Going forward .
Tripping
on my own feet in front of me.
From looking back at what I left.
They watch me leave.
I turn back around
And Sprint
as fast as I can.
And how dare I
have the audacity
To flee by myself
To tend to my own sight?
I keep running.
Looking back again,
There is nothing
And no one.
Sprinting forward.
No turning back.
Already a traitor for
Wanting to run.
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