These faces, These eyes. She's tired to deal with them, Sometimes she just wanted to Be left alone. Like a tree, being a tree is Absolutely wise, it couldn't be any Easier, and noises would be Air, passing through. Like a far and deep ocean but Not related to her, these voices And questions, she'd like it to be Easy or simple, being a tree. She just needs time to grow some leaves. --

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