from prompt: a time you had to run away

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The world,
My body,
My mind,
My enemies
All three.
I'd spend all day,
Reading,
Constantly.
Fill my space,
With various escape.
All day,
I find something,
To push it away.
But at night,
When sleep evades,
Everything appears from the day,
There's nothing to do,
Nowhere to go,
And nothing left to say.

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