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Apr 29
I run.

I always seem to run away.

I felt the urge rise up again,

I ******* my sneakers,

Started to stretch,

As I walked to the starting line, I realised.

This time, I want to be caught.
I always panic and run away when things begin to get too real, but this time it’s different.
Nyx
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Nyx  23/F/Shadows of the Opera
(23/F/Shadows of the Opera)   
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   Jeremy Betts
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