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She sat gracefully at the table,
Picking up her fork and knife,
To cut her food into tiny pieces,
She picked up her drink,
Making sure her pinky was out.
Her legs remained crossed,
With her napkin was in her lap,
Her hair was elegantly tied back,
And her dress didn’t have a single wrinkle.
When the meal was over,
She asked to be excused,
And walked slowly up the stairs,
Holding her dress in one hand,
And the railing in the other.
She had her head held high,
Not revealing a single bounce in her step.
She walked into her room,
Quietly closing the door,
She took off her hand made heels,
Throwing them in her closet.
She opened her window,
Smelling the brisk evening breeze,
Longing to be surrounded by the outside,
Where she knew she belonged.
She wasn’t allowed to leave,
But there was nothing keeping her here,
In this life that seemed so fake.
So she climbed,
Down the vines on the sturdy bricks,
And jumped onto the ground.
The grass was cold beneath her bare feet,
But she didn’t care,
She ran.
She ran as fast as her legs could carry,
With no final destination in mind,
Just anywhere but where she was supposed to be.
Her hair came loose,
But she didn’t care,
The brim of her dress began to collect dirt,
But she didn’t care,
She stepped on a sharp stick,
But she didn’t care.
All she cared about,
Was the fact that she was free of her restricting past.
She walked through the field,
Letting the tall grass brush up against her.
Birds began chirping a morning song,
As they flew over the land.
She found a single tree,
Taller than any she’d seen before,
And before thinking twice,
She climbed to the top,
Her hands grasped the branches,
Pulling her up as high as she could go.
When she reached the top,
She sat there and stared,
At the beautiful sun that was rising in the distance.
The rays hit her pale skin,
Providing a warmth she never knew she needed,
She hugged the tree,
Letting the breeze blow her hair around,
Her feet swayed underneath her,
And she felt like she was at peace.
She knew now that she could never go back,
Because this very feeling,
Was something she always wanted to have,
To be free to do as she wished,
Be one with the nature around her,
And chase her wildest dreams.
This was where she belonged.

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Sometimes I feel like we all have a side of us that just wants to escape from reality and live free.