Running makes me obscure
like the lone wind on a shallow shore
limbs rumbling
heart clenching
I feel alive.
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Mehek

.RUN.

4 in the morning and the thrist for rest had not stopped its fight

I try to isolate my ears from these threatening voices at night

I suffocate my face with my hands and arms to make the place seem darker

My eyes wouldn't fall for it. It only made the sleep all the more harder

My nails clenching into my skull as I try to cope with this pain 

Dear God of the heavens show mercy, my eyes are red and burning... and I'm going insane