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We run away from the love.

We run away from the hate.

We run away from the people.

We run away from the lonely days.

We run away from the happiness.

We run away from the sadness.

We run away from our fears.

We run away from our goals.

Ít is the only thing we do.

We run away.

We never stay anywhere, we have the need to escape from the society, from ourselves.

And we will never find a place if we don't find ourselves first.

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