Running away from the city
to find peace in the cruelty
I was somewhere out there
on a hill full of greens and, it is rare
I was waiting for the Moon and stars
to tell a story about all these scars
and then when it is done, I will be alright
Ready for the next day for another fight
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Author:
Jos (Pseudonym) (
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