someday if i ran away
don't look for me
because that will be the day,
i find my purposeor maybe I don't want the purpose that's
given to mesomeday if i ran away
don't look for me
instead bury my belongings
under my favorite mango tree
because for everyone that would be my last souvenir
since you will never find my bodysomeday if i ran away
look for my diary i hid inside my cupboard
and pass it to someone in need
for it has tales of a survivor
who survived the societysomeday if i ran away
don't look for me
because for you that would be my silent departure
since binds of love weren't meant for meR U N A H E M
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Poetry𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠, 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑠ℎ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑡𝑠 ℎ𝑢𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼...