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Picture Credits: http://hometown.aol.de/shana558/ homepage/homepage.html
Run, and forget what they tell you is life.
You don't need love, you don't need shit,
It's a mistake to give in, so now I'm running.
Running from the pills, the people, the screams,
The hatred that has so long consumed me.
I want to remember what it was to be me,
Quiet, deep, haunted, yet strangly happy.
I cannot predict my own future actions,
But never again will I rely on bottled happiness.
If I can't make my own happiness, what's the use?
So here I go, scared and uncertain, insainities on my sleeve,
I welcome back my once cold eyes, and shaking insides.
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