Strange

Its strange,
how I cover up my scars
that he carved.

Its strange,
how I am silent
when I want to shout.

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Escape

I need an escape,
from everything that’s happening in life.
I need an escape,
from all this anger around me.

But, in reality no one ever escapes.
If you run now,
you have to run your whole life
from your thoughts which will take over your head.

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