Fleeing.
Fleeing from what's inside.
Fleeing from what's behind.
I want it to go away.
But without it I would not live another day.
Inside my head.
Sleeping in my bed.
It knows what I said.
Won't let me forget.
Throwing sadness in my face.
Cannot be replaced.
Why do I have such animosity
When all I'm fleeing from is me?
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Author:
CauseImBatman02 (
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- Category: Sad
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