Ahead of me,
but still left behind.
Trying to come closer to me,
and yet somehow I keep losing sight.
Climb higher and stop looking behind,
you should do it before running out of time.
Season after season we skip the span of time,
My heart starts to tremble yet I feel my motives are undefined.
-Bhoomika Mehta
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To the Day When I Want to Run Away
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