I’ve had
thirty years to perfect my
excuses but sometimes things just
happen for no particular
reason one day I rolled up
empty my heart was no longer in
it that place was slowly killing
me I had to escape my fate I had to get away
you can call
me selfish but I was made that way through
pressure I could not face the future the
world had planned for me I visited
you today to put fresh flowers on
your grave and I wondered again what
might have been if I had not run that
day
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