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without words. It keeps happening, why? the same running running to where though they never tell me. dreams memories all the same in these clouded eyes or maybe its neither. Will pushing through my glass so fragile my ocean. caught in the grasp of dismay i want to run. Run where? Not from these people not run but just to be. To feel the pulse in my veins the pulse in each step beat against the ground, my feet. The rain.