I run…

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In a silent cry for help,

I run.
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I declare war on life;

On myself,

And I run.
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I hide from eyes that can read my distress

Though I long for someone to see.
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I smile, I nod my head and say "I'm fine!"

While the knife twists further into me.
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I run.

I run from my reality.

I drown all ration with noise till I can't hear me anymore.

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I run.
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I must embrace the truth, but I run.

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I must admit I was a fool, but I run.

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I must realize the simplicity of it all,

Yet all I can do is run.

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Tomorrow, it'll hurt a little less,

But, for now, I run…
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