Run to Be Free
By Oxygen
The pain chases me.
It's fast.
Really fast.
It tags along with me everywhere I go.
The worries join in too.
So does the stress.
Soon I am chased by an army of misery.
So I decide to run.
I run, my feet pounding on the ground.
I run to forget.
I run to forgive.
I run to be free.
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