I thought I outran it
I thought I outran it this time I thought I left it down at the bottom looking up at me I thought I was free from it for one time but No It's always there lurking behind a corner waiting for me greeting me with open arms like an old friend and I always walk into themAnd I am here again,cold again,tired again, alone again, depressed again
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