Runaway

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How could it not be sickening
When I see your countenance?

The shadows,
They're hunting me;
I've given my heart and my soul.
Like a vulture,
It just couldn't satisfy them yet.

How gallantly agonizing,
To leave oneself in fear
Covered in pitch black despair hood,
I ran towards the sky,
Sheding a tear.

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