i write and i write.
but it doesnt go away.
the pain is still there.
every painful day.

i want to sleep.
to dream it all away.
i want to run.
to get out of here.

to get rid of the pain.
but it always follows.
i want to run.
there is too much sorrow.

these are the lines.
sketched across the page.
for ill be writing.
until i'm my older age.

there is a chance,
i wont get there.
the words will overtake me.
it is my friend, it is my fear.
 
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