Run.

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I want to run.

Run far away from these people.

I want to run.

Run from myself. 

My thoughts.

And this stupid town.

I hate it here. 

The same thing happens everyday here.

I'm trapped.

Every time I run I end up in this stupid town with the same stupid people.

I want to run.

Run from the stupid racist encounters That happen in this stupid town.

I just want out. 

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