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Run

I can't run from it
I'm always a step behind
The worst part is
I'm trapped in my own mind

The end is near
I can't keep trying
Stop asking if I'm okay
I'm tired of lying

My fake smile is getting heavy
My eyes can't hold back
My mind had won
I'm done living in the black

I'm going through the motions
It's almost time to quit
Most fear death
Others pray for it

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