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Running from the Reaper
I’m running.
My every breath growing shorter, withering are my lungs.
Tis a chase leading indefinitely to you.
From you, the Reaper I run.
It is imperative I elude you at least for now.
For I still have dreams to fulfill.
So many adventures yet to be had.
So many bonds that can’t be broken just yet.
I’m sorry but I can’t let you catch me right now.
I must play this game a little longer.
I must cheat death until all of my hopes aspirations have been realized.
To this day, I am still running from the reaper.
My every breath growing shorter, withering are my lungs.
Tis a chase leading indefinitely to you.
From you, the Reaper I run.
It is imperative I elude you at least for now.
For I still have dreams to fulfill.
So many adventures yet to be had.
So many bonds that can’t be broken just yet.
I’m sorry but I can’t let you catch me right now.
I must play this game a little longer.
I must cheat death until all of my hopes aspirations have been realized.
To this day, I am still running from the reaper.
Published 26th Mar 2018
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