Running. That’s all I’ve known.
Hurting. Never an end to this road.
Feeling. So much that I have to cry.
Crying. It helps the days go by.
Running. Now, I’m done.
Hurting. Being happy’s more fun.
Feeling. I feel good and now I’m accepted.
Crying is over; I’m loved by the best.
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