I'm running , running , running .
I've been running for years.
How long will I run?
How long will I hide?
I have no idea .
I'm tired .
I'm tired of running.
I'm tired of hiding.
I'm tired of avoiding.
But , will I ever be able to stop ?
I have no idea .
When the time comes, I'll stay.
When the time comes, I'll expose myself.
When the time comes, I'll face my problems.
But, when will that time come?
I have no idea .
But , I know this .
Whatever happens,
I will still have faith in myself.
Whatever happens,
I will still believe in myself.
Whatever happens,
I will still be me .
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