Oh the familiar feeling of wanting to run away
the one that moves me through each day I am.
(The strength it takes
to keep my heart)
in one place could move a mountain.
My thoughts race
but which one will win?
My pulse searches for something, anything, to keep time with.
But really it wants a someone, not an anyone, to rest with.
Oh the familiar feeling of wanting to break a heart.
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