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How do I get away
When hiding isn't the safest place anymore
Peering through a tiny hole
Streaks of light glared into my eye
A slight breeze at the back of my neck
Is calling the drumbeats on my chest
Nervously gasping and grasping for air
Feeding the rhythm of my pulse
Where can I
How do I
When hiding isn't a great tale to be told
I try
With a handful of courage I pry
At the gradient of colors that unfold
I try
Pulled by the sea
Waves crashing on my feet
Pieces scattered
The water's found me
When hiding isn't the safest place anymore
Peering through a tiny hole
Streaks of light glared into my eye
A slight breeze at the back of my neck
Is calling the drumbeats on my chest
Nervously gasping and grasping for air
Feeding the rhythm of my pulse
Where can I
How do I
When hiding isn't a great tale to be told
I try
With a handful of courage I pry
At the gradient of colors that unfold
I try
Pulled by the sea
Waves crashing on my feet
Pieces scattered
The water's found me
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Writer(s): Run Dorothy
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