private getaway
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The woods were to my right
The ocean to the left,
But when I close my eyes
I am taken to a land unknown.
It is a land with a soft voice
Every day, my life passes by.
With sorrow and happiness.
With depression and exhilaraion.
But every day I get by,
by going to my own privte getaway.
The place whre I am always happy
when I'm down.
