al-
Ways
) running
towards what i thought was your love towards
what i thought was your
friend-
ship:
i t doesn’t
exist.
i ran
Not
into you
but through you.
you’re a hologram
(the hope
) I run.
I run.
I run.
I run.
I run and I run
& I stop
I look back
I see you behind me,
li-
ving
Not even realizing or caring that I’m not where I was
So
I’ll continue running until I am so far
That I don’t even
See u
(or remember)
When I look back
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