Fugitive

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I did something bad
Oh boy did I go wrong.

Walked into his house
Left with his heart in my hand.

A day later
They're after me
My face on every poster
Every channel
Every corner

"Run, fugitive
Run
They come after you
To rip what's left out
Like you did to him

They don't care what he did to you
They care about him
Not you
Just punishment."

I'll never sleep again.
I'll never feel again.
I'll never love again.
But at least I'm not a

Victim.
05/30/18

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