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The gusts of wind through the trees sound like laughs and gasps of ecstasy
the sharp grasss grabs at my back
to keep me grounded next to roots of trees
Then I hear the bugs buzz behind my ears
I'm not antisocial,
Nor do I hate people when I go away.
I actually thrive around them,
But there is a limit for me everyday.
I don't like large groups,
Unless it's a festival or concert.
