

Running AwayRunning AwayRunning Away
More than anything I wish to be gone. Away forever from the weight. The weight of the world on my shoulders. Trudging through the heat and pressure of the scorching wind. Like Atlas my shoulders are cramped chapped and bleeding. Why won't my feet move? Sludge. Blackness. Dragging me down. I can speak of lights and tunnels flashing in front of my eyes But all they are, all they will ever be, Mirages. Deep.
Blurry. Failing, Falling, Flailing Whatever is wrong with my vocabulary? Words escape me and feelings, emotions are left une
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