The burning desire to runaway to a place where I am simply just a being claws at the edges of my heart. I long to escape the confines of this existence and reside peacefully without the battle of ingrained physical or social standards. A place where the clouds never cease to make their presence known in streaks across the sky and night warms and cools you with its comforting embrace. Where not a soul know or desire me and the days feel long of their prolonged tranquility.With the things that fuel my happiness within reach. I wish to remain in this place until my soul grow weary and the pain of my mind fade. If only it existed beyond the confines of my imagination.

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