Making My Way

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We are like blades of grass and life comes at you fast

I am making my way through the crowd as I travel away from home

I wanna run to where no one can find me

I feel okay during the day but at night, you know how I get when I am alone

When the demons catch up to me

When the silence becomes not so quiet

My mind just won't stop!

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