Tolarance
No matter how hard I run,
how far I run,
how long I run.
One fact is always there,
I’m alone.
Shadows,
anger and despair.
Lone wolf howls,
As if it was me.
For a place I belong,
no judgment, just freedom.
No fear,
no hate,
no sorrow,
just for people to see me.
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