As i try to run away from my problems, i get caught.
Quick sand on my feet and im stuck, and tears flowing down my cheek bones. im struggling to get out, but i cant.
No one there to help, yelling out of the top of my lungs. im trapped in the woods i dont know where I am. im lost, in pain and fear of loosing everything.
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