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My runaway


              The voices in my head get louder and stronger

                They become more demanding and ruthless each day

                Slowly ripping away at me and dragging me down

                Gaining power over what remains of me

                As I try to ignore them, taking pills to help drown them out

                All of this is useless I know but I can’t escape them

                I tried running away from them but every road I took

                Every turn I made

                They always seem to be there

                Judging me

                Telling me what wrong with me

                Laughing at me

                That’s why I’m giving up

                What’s the use in running when what you’re running from

                Is yourself and you can’t escape

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