treacherous days that stand between me and the freedom we all are in great need of..i need some motivation here people..-___-
"Cuts on paper hearts
They can be awful deep
Lips from wear and tear on different city streets
Don't all need a home, but just a place to sleep
And still she finds that every time she runs
She leaves behind another piece of her
On every city street
So I will run
Until my feet don't touch the ground
And as the waves carry me out
Keep listening"
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