the heel, I grounded, I’m not sure why I careless about it, the start of mountain, pose that is, to become aware of what is impressed in the ground, I hate the roots, I hate the roots because they tell me so many things that I will never escape from, I limp at times, no one would know though, because I hide, I’m trying very hard, to allow the roots to be me, so bad I just want to be me…

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