You’re getting too old to run away
At this point you’re just running
The ground wears beneath your feet like you’re digging a ditch, your own shallow grave to lie in restless peace, thoughts jogging with what ifs, what could have beens, what you didn’t do
Think hard and clear about what hurts
And who hurt you and why you didn’t stop it and what you can do now to spread it like a virus, like cancer, like infectious waves
You want to take the ship down with the captain, to lower the sails before they’ve even caught wind. You’re knocking down cocoons and stepping on eggs, and ending lives before they’ve had a chance to live and sin and do you wrong
Because everyone’s done you wrong
It couldn’t have been you

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