on and on,
from the moment that I fell into this world;
without a second to catch my breath
pulsing, pounding, scared to death
echoed whinings in my ears
shifting side view, shapeless fears;
dark things in pursuit of me
can't glance back, afraid to see
leaving questions in my wake
every act a grave mistake;
long ago I ran from you
and from the god who made me, too,
and from the hope that was my youth -
I'm tired of running from the truth.
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