I ran.
I continue to run.
Each time farther than the last.
Hoping none of it catches up to me.
Nativity will always get the best of us
Every day a bit more creeps up on me
One day, it will drown me
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The Beginning and the Inevitable End
PoetryEverything life is. Messy, unorganized. Never knowing how it happens or where you will end up.
