this is me .

random ; rough draft .

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&& so
she keeps running
and running
and running ;
away from all the pain ,
and hurt
and emptiness
and boredom
and restlessness
she feels inside ;
drowning herself in the cheap thrills
' life ' offers .

pretend the problem isn`t there .
but it doesn`t go away , does it ?

fight it ?
so weak ...

' i can`t stand it anymore ! ' she screams ,
as her world
slowly but surely
crushes itself down
upon her ,
squeezing her life
out .

but
a pair of capable hands ;
and she gives her heart away ,
again ,
but this time to some one who will truly cherish
and love it ,
cause she knows this time
it won`t hurt .