Thursday, September 16, 2010


The stronger I get
The weaker I grow
As our love hangs
On a delicate thread
Wavering in the wind
Afraid I cannot speak
What it is I feel
So instead I run
To escape the hurt
If I stop I may realize
I’m coming in second place
But if I run forever
The race never ends
And it’s the only way
I know to gaurantee
I do not lose.

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