I stopped chasing
When I knew it
Was pointless
And the path you'd take me
We're endless
I stopped chasing
Because
You would always pretend
Like I caught you
And then make me play tag
All over again
But you would always
Make your own rules
So I would never catch you
I never had a chance
I never would have won anyways
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
