November 17, 2011
Put down the pen,
unclench the fists.
This is not a game.

Bury the nonchalant attitude,
the empty words,
they are not productive.

Step out of the fantasy,
take off the mask,
flee the world that does not exist.

Let go of her hand,
forget her smile,
and run.
Before it’s too late.

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