Run:A Depression poem

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I'm not just talking about using your legs to speed up pace no I'm talking about a different race away from the demons you know? The ones in your head the reason you wish you were dead you run and run but can't get away and you cry at night because you're so afraid, this is how you run and no it's never fun but you're forced to do it anyway 

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