The Runner - Poem by Lelene Michel
All I want to do is escape the life I created for myself.
With a passion that runs deep within my womb,
I despise motherhood and my current relationship status.
My support system contributes to the chaos already brewing.
The day will come when I will flee from this infectious scene,
escape and withdrawal in the psychiatric world;
this will provide the atmosphere needed to regroup and begin anew.
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