DoNt BecOme
ThE PERsoN
ThAt NeedS
YOu MoSt
It WiLL
LeAvE YOu
loOKiNg
LikE a GhoSt
SeeIng FlesH
wheRe thEre Is NoNe
wiThouT no BoDy YoU
WiLL ComE UnDoNe
Chase The Wind
anD rUn
rUn
Run
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