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Escape

I was running.
Running from my imprisoners,
Running into the darkened woods
Trying to escape.

I was running,
Racing towards the speck of light.
The only thing giving me strength
The only thing moving me forward.

I was running.
No where specific, just running,
Going forward into an unknown place
Trying to free myself.

I was running,
The end slowly nearing ,
The light closing in
I was almost there.

I was running,
Trying to escape my past,
Racing into the present
My mind spinning.

I was running.
Running to nowhere,
Just running
Trying to break free.




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