Running

Haven’t been sleeping...

All I’ve been trying to do is figuring out …

Who I am? Who I might be? …

And most importantly, why I am made of three parts running,

and one part fighting so hard trying to stay!

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I find it hard to understand myself… My subconscious

Where in the glummest of time it seems to find something worth figuring out

It seems to find its way to forgiveness!

I can’t argue with its intentions,

my exit strategy is flawed anyway…

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But it’s the only thing that I know how to do,

to run, to never look behind! Before I become the one who keeps asking for answers inside of..

Empty figures… closed loops and hollowed souls.

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No one asks for my existence anymore,

They never asked me to stay either

Instead they ask … When are you going? Were you ever going to say goodbye?

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I haven’t been sleeping you know..

As all my dreams are about a world where I want to stay,

Where I never think of plan a... Plan b... Plan ‘what the hell?!  Just Run, Run, Run!!’

A world where I would unpack my whole,

To stop looking for doors or any open windows in case I had to urgently exit.