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running


running away



hair whipping the wind in my wake



hem courting my ankles




both like waves rippling over a sandbar



not daring to look back



for fear of what lies behind



then my feet fail me



and I am



plummetting into an abyss



of deep depression



unspoken feelings



suppressed by an iron will



pulled towards the ground



rotten to my core I am not



but i won't hang on your every word



emptied



void



emotionless



crying until there aren't any tears



is there any escape


is there



from this whirlwind



master of slavery and slave of it too



can't do much if i'm being used



what drives you on



can drive you mad



in two minds about everything



what am i to believe



and what am i not to



you just need me there



to make you feel good



but you brush me aside



when the night's old



what are you, really.