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Feb 22
i would like to run away
far from the bogged down
existence i have made
sell my clothes, my hair
sell my words still
dipped in my blood
i’d use the money and
board a train, a ship, a plane
**** it, i’ll move to an island
everywhere’s an island
if i tell no one where i am
Written by
indi  23/F/somewhere in the sea
(23/F/somewhere in the sea)   
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   Vianne Lior and Vishal Pant
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