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The things I do
The places I go
The whole world
Is chasing me

I try to sleep
And I lie awake
Till the sun comes up
Consuming me

From here and now
To then and there
I run away
As fast as can be

The raging storm
It seems
Never ceases
To catch up with me

Drowning now
In a prison
Of imagination
Filling fast

Only one way out
Hard to find
Yet in plain sight
I cannot go

It holds me still
The moments
Of torment
From the past

Forever and ever
It will last
The things I said
The things I did