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Getting Away
Running down the street as fast as I could,
Hoping to get away, escape.
I know I should.
It has to be fate.
But I just cant,
I cant loose all we had.
It is such a taunt.
I know its pretty bad.
It made its way through me.
Its haunting me,
Like a bee,
That dosnt want to leave.
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