

"Where Are We Going?"No Ones Ever Written a Poem About Me Ever."Where Are We Going?"
its that feeling when she looks up at the sky and becomes conscious of how tiny she really is, in the grand scheme of such things.
and how the moon is a speck of dust within the sky, and we are all just a hangnail falling off the earth, holding on from a cord, trying not to drop our brains knowing just what to do and where to go.
and looking at the trees growing out from the root of our fingertips, and feeling the sensation of the pull of the wind, and how the moon is just a speck of du
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Om nom nom nom
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WWBGD:
What Would Bear Grylls Do?
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