I'm panting I'm out of breath
I'm running away from a man named death
I've been running but I finally realized
There's no point of outrunning the man who never dies
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The mind of an undecided Raven
PoetryIt flew away to escape, it kept her hidden in the drapes Where only sadness can awake From the deepest part of her mind.
death
I'm panting I'm out of breath
I'm running away from a man named death
I've been running but I finally realized
There's no point of outrunning the man who never dies