48 Hours
Every knows everything about running away.And moving on.
Like it's some sort of fairytale.
Just getting out.
Take your shoes and pack of cigarettes and,
Just leaving.
Going down the road.
Dust following your feet.
And finding home.
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i wish so badly i had enough courage to do that. but everything i strive to be is stopped and censored by other thoughts that i think are important
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