I wander through dense brush
and set lush forests ablaze
to find hidden realms inside myself
and leap from crumbling pedestals
to illuminate lessons learned and reified.
Every iteration of every girl,
for there have been many
in so short a time.
34. The botched year.
35. The year of humility.
36. The era of growth and self-discovery,
of quiet lulls and contentment
and peace...
maybe peace.
No hustling.
Just being.
Just living.
Just seeing.
Just breathing.
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