My Little Forest
The world was buring, dead inside, didn't care enough. I had my little forest, and this big tree, felt protected with just you and me. saw the fire coming into my little forest, I was ok with it, I have my big tree. Then you no longer were there, why did you get burned? I thought our love was enough...
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