She ran. Running with every cell and fiber of his tired body. Fled like darkness tried to swallow i

She ran. Running with every cell and fiber of his tired body. Fled like darkness tried to swallow it, if death was after her run, leaving you breathless. Running and the wind whipped making a clock her face relentlessly. Running, and her heels were bleeding. Ran without knowing where. He did not know what. He did not know why. He did not know - but fled. Without specific direction, without purpose, without an ounce of consciousness - it just ran. What a mad rush that squeezes every ounce of muscle you do not allow your mind to produce a thought even for a second. Stop to think, making a clock to feel, to breathe, to feel - just run and keep. Your feet can no longer, your body needs a break from the water, a new dose of energy, your lungs do not want to work, your brain scream for a little freedom, but you keep. Racing. Somewhere, anywhere - whatever. Just do not stop. Even if the pain does not stop, because it is far away from you - they can not go. She does not know what, who or why, but it .. what it does is called escape ourselves.
I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately All I have to do is think of me and have peace of mind I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I gotta do Or who I 'm supposed to be I don't want to be anything other than me I'm surrounded by liars everywhere I turn I'm surrounded by imposters everywhere making a clock I turn I'm surrounded by a identity making a clock crisis everywhere I turn Am I the only one to notice? I can't be the only one who's learned
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