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Cry, cry because is part of the journey.

As I sit here in this beautiful ancient forest, the ground is soft, covered in death, I think of the world before me and the world after me, and I sit on a bed of dead leaves, and emotions are rising, the forest is supporting me, supressed emotions are like the dead leafs you have to see them, feel them, listen to their stories and let them go, so you can feel the ground alive under you. So you can feel alive inside of your body. Your soul is alive inside of your body And I cry, can't tell you why, I just cry