Rough in texture and intention. Sharp crevasses and imperfections grasp at my delicate clothing and catch hold of my soft bare skin.
Motivation is welling in my soul as I carefully traverse the twisted terrain. Thorns lean in to ensnare my thin and bare anckes. A thick red trickle of my burdened blood slowly streams down my calf and onto the forest floor.
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