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Jan 2018
Always on the run,
running from everything.
Never pleased, never happy,
just lost in your own way.
Can't sleep, cant breath;
everything is pushing in.
Everything seems to be gone while your
stuck,
stuck in the wind.
Stuck in your own mind.
Written by
yours truly  14/F/United States
(14/F/United States)   
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   Mack, Cameron and Yasin
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