She had runaway
And then hid in the wood,
Her demons searched for her,
As she knew that they would,
For life had overwhelmed her,
She had craved her own space,
Tired of running the treadmill
Of the human race.
Now sleep had embraced her,
Resting by a tree,
And then dreams had taken her
To a land that was free …
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