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God save us.
I'm running but I'm fighting too.
That makes no sense to the ordinary, I know.
But it's myself I'm fighting with.
My head tells me
You need to pick it up now.
But my legs protest
I'm going to give out.
So here I am
Running to get away
And God save me from the torture.
I think the ground is slipping from beneath my feet.
I think I'm falling.
Running to get away
Only to subject myself.
My head and body argue.
There is the torment on my face
Sweat stinging my eyes.
In them you can see that I am
Living and working for this moment
This moment alone.
No matter though.
You can't fun from yourself.