Primevil longings deep within me, Pine for the nature I cannot see. Mine is a life artificial, Enerving and superficial, Unaturally depressed, To long supressed, I grow weak, As I seek... A return to nature.
Reason for writing:
I was inspired by how distant my life is from the nature I love.Birth sign: Not entered
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