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ive never stopped running,
running because i am being chased, and chasing something.
chasing things that will complete me,
and running from things that made me incomplete in the first place.
i dont really know if ill ever stop running, half of me knows ill eventually wear myself out and become nothing but bones. but until that day comes, i will continue running desperately.
Sometimes at night,
my mind explodes.
it’s hard to tell if it explodes of relief or destruction.
other times at night,
it likes to rest. It likes to carefully dispose and drift.
although I will never get to understand how nights unravel and happen,
I will have the good and bad nights
I will have them.
and when I have them,
I will hope for better nights.
nights where the stars are clear and bright.  
nights where no clouds are blocking the stars.
but then again, I cannot control that.
and this is where the bad nights come.
and I will wish for a better night after that.
Au
your heart of gold makes you tarnish easily
why do you keep on polishing other hearts
helping them shine
even when you know it makes you tarnish even more, and they are not what you are searching for
maybe when you polish other hearts, you hope to find they're made of gold  
you have high hopes to find another heart of gold like yours
but with that tarnish you carry when you polish other hearts,
how will anyone know you're made of gold yourself?

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