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run
I want to find home
and not feel so lost anymore.
But where can i go in this state?
I'm feeling exhausted,
and i have no where to go.
I hope i'll find warmth soon
before i turn cold.
a note i wrote when i was on the run
As my options are clear
;to take flight or to fear
I question myself,
"Why am I still here?"
Shedding my final tear
the voices inside me lure
I couldn't shut what i hear
And so i let it swallow me whole
down that deep black hole,
I'll go
my first written poem

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