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my toes dig lightly into the fresh soil. I ran a this way bare foot. And from what? my parents? my lover? my past? whatever the reason I am free.
it starts, everyone in the room goes. not a single signal to hush our numbers mummers yet it's dome anyway. the man, dressed similarly in a black tux and tie. presentable he begins to read off the program. the show begins.
now I write. the words flowing from my mind, slivering own my neck,down the veins of my arms to my finger tips. bleeding slowly into the paper, smudged gently by the side of my left hand.
now. now in this moment it it as if time stands still. I sit staring into the distances picturing where I could run too. where I could be free. but reality is I'm trapped here, forever. in this moment.
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