Reality Not Dreams

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This place is where I can be me

When there's no restrictions

Alone only surrounded by trees

I can hear the leaves rustling

Because of the birds flying through

Cars drive past on the busy road

But it still doesn't disturb the calmness,

There's people around me

I don't hear them talking though

It feels as though I'm in a dream

I know it's real and not my imagination

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