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Running Home

Running It's become something used to Running It's become a way to clear my mind Running It's become the only way I can survive Running Away Something I used to hold in contempt Running Away Something I used to associate with being weak Running Away Something I used to find foolish and childish Running Far Away Is really the only thing I can do Running Far Away Is really something you cannot understand until you have Running Far Away Is really the only way I can keep myself intact Running Home Honestly is like falling backwards Running Home Honestly is like sealing the lid to my coffin Running Home Honestly is like holding a knife to my throat Slowing Down Impossible.

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