All of this running around,
I can hear you chasing my shadow.
I tell you that it will be fine;
you can see right above my shoulder.
And all of those night's that I had fallen,
wishing that you never got older.
But should you ever be found,
maybe today or tomorrow?
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Author:
3lliS (Pseudonym) (
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