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Sep 2014
By the time the moon rises
I'll be on the run.
I'll go far away, to a place
To call my own.
To leave you all behind
Is what must be done.
I won't apologize for who
I've become.
But I'll apologize only because
I'll be gone.
So don't go looking for me
I won't be found.
Save your breath
And be safe and sound.
Take care, my loves.
Written by
Isabelle Emily  26/F/California
(26/F/California)   
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