11/10/????

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It just turned morning
I started to find a path that seems to have been used
I actually have some hope I might get out now!
Civilization has to be close
I'm so tired

I just found a nice place between two trees that I can prop myself up against
and take a nap

I just woke up and it's getting dark
I better keep moving

I'm scared
I can't find my way out
Every step I take startles me
I probably shouldn't be writing
I might trip
But this journal gets my mind off of this seemingly endless forest.
Sometimes I here shuffling or breathing that isn't mine
But it probably is
I hope

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