Better off uncontactable

tears in my eyes, society has only let me down,

I grub my swag and canvas tent and head into the trees,

thick overgrowth, I dodge under and climb above,

hear the sounds of natures call, I am queen here,

rugged, rustic and primal,

live of the land, with my own two hands,

drink water from streams, bathe under the waterfall,

bare skin, afternoon light, see me through the trees,

Sought out my head and dysfunctional bed,

find peace, so I can now pack up, refreshed,

ready to step out of the trees and embrace society,

once again.

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