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Runaway
cold bitter lonesomeness
eating away my soul
I tore it open for you to see
and it continues to bleed
once in a while
the child in me
escapes my body and comes out to play
once in a while
that child of mine
knows i'm unable to controle him
and then
in an instant
i am lost in this energy frenzy
where no one can take me seriously
only mock my free spirited behaviour
after that moment
of freeborn happiness
I am harshly stabbed,
to death, unwanted
a knife - inside me no longer happy
tormenting for sick pleasure
they seek the child
yet now, hidden away, in protection
it is gone
for now and forever
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