shelter

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i run

believing that in doing so

the past

will be left in the dust


i walk

realizing

that i cannot 

live forever

running from my thoughts

my past

who i am

who i was


 i crawl

covered in dirt

because

i realize

this pain

is burdensome


but i still

i still

partake in movement

because 

 this fighting spirit

will go on

however it can

in search of 

shelter

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