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Poetry

THE PICTURE FOR THIS MAKES NO SENSE I KNOW I JUST CHOSE SOMETHING IGNORE THE PICTURE

I am...

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by HeroOftheGoddess

by HeroOftheGoddess

I run.

I run away.

I run away from my fate.

I run,

The wind ripping at my arms, my face, my feet.

My chest burns,

My feet swell,

My body shivers with fever.

And I smile.

These things have no effect on me.

These things make me happy, in fact, joyful.

I am happy.

I am joyful.

I am...

I am broken,

But I am happy.