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Midnight Fugitive


Open the window, and there's nothing but hopless things out there

In a city like this, everyone loses their places

I'm going to escape, right this minute

Being just my unvarshied self

I can't even breathe

and I'm fighting back the tears

Under the mantle of darkness, unnecessary emotions

I'll keep them hidden away, it's convenient 

I'll keep my real name a secret 

Even I won't be able to catch myself

In a narrow prison, madness is forced inside me

If I ever shown light, then I crouch without hesitation

 I continue to run, weaving my way through the darkness, As if never letting myself be illuminated by the morning sun again

I have no where to return to now so, I'll just continue forward

 

 

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my name is cristal, I live in santa rosa california and I'm a senior at roseland university prep

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