Go Run

April 13, 2013
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He is nothing
Everything he is
From the dreams he has
To the smiles he frowns
Morning he is happy
But night he is alive
Hidden, screaming, yearning
For what he does not have
Come back to blackness
You are drowning in white
Bleed love no more
Drink it back in
Breathe life
Do not conform
Do not become the typist
Pull your hair, crack your knuckles
Cry until it burns
Stab your bed, my dear
It has held you too long
Go! Leave while you are young
Take off your shoes and run

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