AT PEACE
I AM STANDING ON THE MOUNTAIN TOP
THE COOL WIND BLOWS THROUGH MY HAIR
I TAKE A DEEP BREATH
THEN EXHALE THE ANXIETY WITHIN
IT IS SO QUIET HERE
JUST THE LONELY SOUND OF THE WOLVES
AS THEY HOWL AT THE MOONLIGHT
I CLOSE MY EYES TO ABSORB EVERY FEELING
EMOTIONS THAT RUN LIKE A WATERFALL
RUMBLING OVER THE JAGGED ROCKS
IT IS AS THOUGH I AM ONE WITH THE MOUNTAIN
NOT A STRANGER TO THE WOLVES
BUT ONE OF THEIR BREED
HOWLING AT THE MOON
RELEASING THE FEELINGS WITHIN
I OPEN MY EYES
ONLY TO FIND THAT
I MUST GO BACK TO THE PLACE FROM WHICH I CAME

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BIDDIXGIRL
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LIFE IS A RIDE, EITHER OF JOY OR REGRET. WHICH DO YOU CHOOSE? THINK QUICKLY, YOU MAY SOON BE AT A DEAD END!
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WE ALL NEED TO ESCAPE ONCE IN A WHILE IF ONLY FOR A FEW MINUTES. LET OUR MIND TAKE US TO ANOTHER PLACE, ONE WE REGRET WE MUST RETURN FROM
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