Always running from the drama in my life. Some comes on accident, the others self infliction. Damn if I do, damn if I don't just always a constant in every breath I breathe. Why do I always have to cut open my veins, to see the blood pour? Like a sensation I can't scratch, yet am I bothered by the constant dramas that come looking for me, on my way to peace. Always running like I'm being hunted. Just screaming for some relief, but seems like I'm just rolling the dice and snake eyes just keeps coming. Always count it up to being vulnerable and not knowing, but in the back of my mind, find pleasure and enjoyment, why is it I always ask yet I'm always fighting never wavering. Doing never ceasing. Guess I'll keep running till I get an answer. Just wish the finish line get closer, cause I'm just tired."
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