Run, run, run
Until you no longer can
They call it fun
I promise, I swear I ran
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They care about time
Forget your broken bone
Kick someone off the ladder climb
And be the best ever shown
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All the people around you
Not a single one matters
Do what your assumed to be born to do
Quicken your footstep patterns
~
If you can breath
If you can't feel your heart move
If immediately you get up and leave
Then can you really prove
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The truth really is my friend
You never ran if you don't collapse at the end
YOU ARE READING
The Weeping Woods
PoetryAgony in the form of stanzas, words in the form of little silent cries. I made the cover but I don't own any of the pictures. !There's also quite a bit of explicit language!
