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Mar 2016
I always run from the ones who care the most

but it scares me to bare my true self, to be fully exposed

it takes a lot for me to come undone, to let my mind repose

but the ones who care the most never run.

they love me for me - all my flaws and my ripped seams - and they pull me in close

but somehow I still find myself lying to my own heart

I guess I've been running from the start.
Rachel Keating
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