Prologue

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One guy

One girl

Two blue

Two gay

Million reasons to run away

One shop

One boy

Two parents

Three bruises

Can you really trust runaways?

No trust

No love

Desperation too high

Competition too low

Dark souls in which we trust to run

One Dark

One Light

Like Moon

Like Sun

Can one be saved like that?

Scared my love

Of who you are

A hundred second guesses

And your character is unadorned

You're clouded

I'm tainted

No way to reach you

Nonetheless

Without

That humble touch

I fear we may miss you

6 kids

Just scared

Not tough

Not a soul cared

For those who run

To the call of night

From things their fathers never saw in daylight

They call us runaways

But is that just?

You ran from us

After all your crimes

While we strain to make a right

Strange nights in carparks

And on verges of roads

Never thought this would be my life

I sound insane

I know that for sure

But I've never felt this pure

For clarity isn't found through reason and right

But more through mere feelings of light

Of cells that are alive

And breaths that are quick

Through shared moments adorned

With doubts and fears

With feeble hopes and delighted cheers

Those few people you love

Those few people who care

They strive to ensure that smile returns

Imagine a road trip

Full of only those few

You're exposed and lost

But that smile will pursue

I hope you're okay

I hope you're healthy

I hope you've seen shooting stars and silver moons

I beg of you to stay with me

Take my head and talk with me

Think of those cherry blossoms and lagoons

Your eyes

They're light

Your eyes

They're pain

Green
Blue
Brown


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this won't be around for a while but i'm working on it 

- crea

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