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I want to escape I wanna run for freedom. I can still feel the soft breath of emptiness and loneliness. Fear is a constant. But the thing is that I’m not afraid of you I’m afraid of me. I have gone too far reached my limit. I can never go back. Everybody has an awful story to tell. What is mine? What do I see in the dark that scares me so much? |
a rose on the wall. Just a single dried rose. No longer red and vibrant. But not anymore. So I need to keep my focus to not lose touch of who I am and where I’m going. That’s the difficult part; wanting to move on but not wanting to leave. Yet I have found that maybe it’s possible to do both. |
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