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Runaway
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The Old Stuff Fly like a bird
Soar through the sky
Runaway, runaway
To the clouds up high
Hide your face
A game of peak-a-boo
All I can see
Is bits and pieces of you
Take a hammer to the mirror
Look at the reflection
Broken and mangled
Your face, a glass collection
Fly away, fly away
Across the mountains and plains
Far away from predators
Protected from the rains
Sometimes it jes feels like the only thing left is to get out. Keep up the wonderful writing