I'm running through the woods
Running away from home
I'm running from the life I live
Done with all the stuff at home
On my way to New Orleans
Carrying my possessions
Yet I still dig out my phone
Calling to say goodbye
Losing hope to see them again
In the way I talk to them
They hear the wavering uncertainty
Irking them to the bone
Saying goodbye, for the last time
Now read the first letters of each first word, then say what it spells
By: gotohelltoburnwithme
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