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Dec 2017
Run
Cast away by my failures, I ran away.
At the edge of the world I thought I would find something-
An artifact that would cure me of disease.

Here I am, still searching.
My senses are dull, and my goal begins to blur.
With each passing day, I am greeted by a different world.

I know that I will not find peace.
I know that when I return,
My nightmares will be waiting.

People come and go, and so do human emotions.
So does the sun, the moon, and the tide.
But there are things that never return.
Wolf Towne
Written by
Wolf Towne  21/M/Costa Rica
(21/M/Costa Rica)   
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   Paul
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