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Jan 2019
Run
I feel like I've had this conversation before
But here we go again

Run

Run like your life depends on it

Run as though you are outrunning death itself

Because I fear it has only begun
The tragedy of life
This is the play
And we are in act one
Now that I think about it, I've diffidently had this conversation before.
Philomena
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