Disappearance

I just want to pack my bags And vanish Leave without a trace Spend the rest of my life In solitude Knowing I'm no longer A burden to you... ... Maybe this way I'll find me, The real me, The one that lives outside of These useless broken words The one that breathes outside of This loop of a mess that's become My nightmare and my life all at once ... Maybe this way I can finally Throw away my masks Maybe this way I can finally Taste freedom Maybe this way I might even discover The meaning of True happiness *And maybe this time I won't run away from it*

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