I want to run away,
get away from my life,
start fresh,

I want to forget my name,
drop the burden i carry,
carry the swag on my back,

I want to see the sun set again,
instead of the black world i live in now,
right now the sun is fake,
the plants are burnt,
the animals are dead,

What am i doing?
i am living in this Hell,
trying to go forward,
always being pushed back,

I must break the locks,
set myself free,
make a stand...

The End

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