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Walking
Walking,
Same Route, different day,
inner urge pushing me to run away.
Pace growing faster,
(don't stop)
There's always more pain after the laughter.
I want to run from all that binds me,
from the environment that blinds me,
from the repetative routine that dies me.
From the search for my purpose this life has denied me.
I want to run from all I try to be,
from the unshakeable strength that never lets emotion
find me,
from the me I've worked so hard to be,
because it's become too hard for me,
to never give up.
But I have an addiction to perpetuality,
contradicted by a fear of all I could be,
So instead...I'll just keep walking.
Sarah M. Rivera
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