Sometimes, some things are completely fucked up deep inside me. Like a shadow, lingering above me, hunting me, haunting me.
Sometimes I get to ignore them. Sometimes I get to forget.
Sometimes I run. Sometimes I fall with fear.
Sometimes I fail.
Someday some things will change.
Someday, somehow, I'll stop running...
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