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Jul 2019
Run
Your ghost is right behind me,
Traipsing just close enough that
If I trip you will be upon me.
Suffocating me once again.

I have to keep moving.
Because I can feel you behind me,
And if I stop, you'll catch me.
And that would destroy us both.
-running has never been my strength.
Maka
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Maka  24/F/Sad City
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