running, running, through the streets
I hear those noises I can never beat
trying to escape reality
yet all these thoughts are drowning me
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Just Never Enough
Short StoryThis story is made up of minuscule poems. Only the ones who see the world for what it really is will understand the hidden meaning behind this whole book. Maybe you are one of them?
wander
running, running, through the streets
I hear those noises I can never beat
trying to escape reality
yet all these thoughts are drowning me