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Yet Still I Run
How many times can one person be reinvented
I have run from myself so many times
I have fled from who I am
in order to be someone better
But always I fall short
Always I fail
Always I become someone changed but still the same
Always I leave behind the good
And carry with me the bad
I flee from the things I hate
Like a bat out of hell
I try to outrun the parts of my...
Thursday 27th April 2017 12:56 am
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