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runnng
There is that one thing I hate
I can't say it
He will hear it
Take it from my hands
I listen to the screams
I touch the wind
Breathe the door upon the hallway
I wanted to run
He came to me and cried
But did not stop
Now we run
Fast as possible
Never stopping
For he will catch us
And take everything we have grown to be
I can't say it
He will hear it
Take it from my hands
I listen to the screams
I touch the wind
Breathe the door upon the hallway
I wanted to run
He came to me and cried
But did not stop
Now we run
Fast as possible
Never stopping
For he will catch us
And take everything we have grown to be
Published 24th Feb 2013
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24th Feb 2013 9:01pm
Interesting, intriguing. Made me want to know more about what the speaker is trying to keep safe to herself and from who the speaker is running.
25th Feb 2013 3:25pm
