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I am constantly running from sadness Like it’s a fate worse than death It’s a beggar trailing behind me It’s a gambler’s mound of debt It’s forever looming near Threatening to overtake my joy So I fill with many distractions New friends, new places, new boys Warm bodies and an empty wallet A new mountain grief can’t climb But the more I fill my plate The less stomach I have to dine I tell myself I’m getting better That this fullness means I’m whole Yet even feasts can starve a body When the hunger’s in the soul Yet my calendar stays packed My hands stay entirely full My feet just won’t stop running Can’t resist diversion’s pull I am constantly running from sadness Yet it still knows me by name Wondering if I meet it, will I feel just as empty Stop running, save my sole, feel exactly the same
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Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 11:10 AM UTC
busy body blues
I am constantly running from sadness Like it’s a fate worse than death It’s a beggar trailing behind me It’s a gambler’s mound of debt It’s forever looming near Threatening to overtake my joy So I fill with many distractions New friends, new places, new boys Warm bodies and an empty wallet A new mountain grief can’t climb But the more I fill my plate The less stomach I have to dine I tell myself I’m getting better That this fullness means I’m whole Yet even feasts can starve a body When the hunger’s in the soul Yet my calendar stays packed My hands stay entirely full My feet just won’t stop running Can’t resist diversion’s pull I am constantly running from sadness Yet it still knows me by name Wondering if I meet it, will I feel just as empty Stop running, save my sole, feel exactly the same
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Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 11:10 AM UTC
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