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Running away

They sit in a corner.

And stare at me.

I ignore them -

It's a little game we play.

Change the world

Cause, oh boy, I'm okay!

They still sit there.

I ignore them.

It's a game we play.

Blinking in the dark

A reminder:

"We're not going anywhere!" :)

Poor thing, run to me!

I'll know what to say.

It's a game I play! -

I will comfort you

just to trick myself.

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dark-passenger

Published: Sep 24, 2015
LinesWords: 1774

Notes: Dealing with other people's problems so I don't have to deal with mine.

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