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In The Jungle

I am running through the brush
Oh the wind it slaps my face
I am running through the dirt
Running towards my fate

In this place
I am one with nature
In this place
I feel no pressure

So free so free
I’m somehow blessed
To be free so free
From everything else I can now rest

I’m in the jungle
All alone
That’s how I like it
To everybody else I am unknown

How could I wish to be a gem?
When I can be myself
There is no need to be like them
If I am allowed to be myself

poem by German Alcala
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