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Hiding myself is one of my best qualities

I can not stop from running away.

I could change my face or identity.

Will not do that unless I tend to stay.

I always get caught up in this world.

As if the the wind strangles me for air.

The Earth gets me stuck on this mold.

I'm always in the middle of this despair.

If I get out of this transition,

who will have the time to listen?

What human is going to waste time with me?

If I am infected with this disequilibrium,

who will help me to be the person I want to be?

If there is such a person, please help me succumb...