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Strand of hair no.5

i walked outside i let the wind guide all the plants are dry what lands on me, is a fly

i see that it's getting dark i throw the nearest rock i don't know why i did it i get on the dirt and sit

it's starting to get dark but i could honestly care less this is how get rid of my stress

when the trees ask if i'm fine, the answer's always yes but on the other hand, i don't like people they're too boring and bland i'd rather talk to a bunch of sand i'd rather talk to a bunch of sand