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My at risk future

I get to spend the rest of my life chasing something that doesn't exist
Catching planes until my feet never graze the longest place I decided to stay
Searching for something I'll never have
Exchanging feelings with my new drug of choice.
This hurt that exists is the pain I'm running away from.  
This thing that I'm running away from
my current present and soon to be past and soon to be reality
What I long for is home.
Written by brokensoulclt
Published | Edited 13th Mar 2019
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