Run, run, run, all my little feet want. But at the end of the day, my fear-- the poison of my life, will always catch up. I can't stop running, yet I want to take a break.
Sweet, sweet venom, stabbing at my legs, forcing me to continue, where am I going? I am only running from myself, my memories, love, emotions, me.
Someone tell me what I should do.
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"imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were. but without it, we go nowhere."
started: [ 06/15/19 ]
finished: [ 07/18/21 ]