I am laying in bed right now.
Tear stained cheeks and tired, restless eyes. I am filled with a hunger that has yet to be fed.
I wish to run away, so I don't have to be here.
I'm lost, as I've said often.
You know I am, it's all I ever say.
Pleaseee take me away!!!!
I wish not to be free for adventures but to be out of my jail.
So I can roam..yes.. but also so I can breathe.
I seem to have forgotten what it feels like to be me, no not the sad, tired one writing, the fun, happy to be alive me that has a hard time getting past the clouds.
She lost, wanting to be found.
She has no lighthouse to guide her home.
I will have to run away.
No it's ok.
I'm ok.
I SAID IM OK!!
Ok?
I'm to scared to run away.
Sooo not today.
But someday,
I won't have to.
I'll be free.
I'll walk out the door, one more point added to my score.
And I'll walk out the door.
I won't run away.
I'll walk away.
Ok?
Ok.
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