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Mar 2013
I just want to
run
  run
     run   a w a y

I'm sick of this town
I'm sick of this person
really, who would miss me?

There's no way to describe it
it's not wanderlust
whatever that is

It's a queasy feeling
it almost makes me nauseous
and my lungs feel like they're closing
and everything's getting too close.

I'm sick of this town
I'm sick of my judges
But mostly, I'm sick of you.
very personal, but I don't think I'm alone.
Autumn Stone
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Autumn Stone  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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