all that can be heard
is the pitter-patter of my feet
as I run away
sprinting
I had friends that tried to help
offering me everything
under the smothered sun
but still I ran
nothing feels better
than running
drowning in pity
swallowing magic pills
handfuls of stupidity
forever
always
running from me
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