Tied to a noose. And I know I'm dead on the surface, but I am screaming underneath. If only there was someone other than me who could cut me loose. Why does it always come back to where it's started. I'm not ready, I've been running for months, away from this conclusion. It's all me. There's nothing I can do about it. Just a silly little runaway
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