our escape
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Im sick of it! I spend my days the same, wake up before dawn gather my things and start walking, look for food, find shelter and run. I despise it here, there’s always something in the darkness out to get you. Not a day goes by where I live in peace. Im tired and finding it hard to continue. Going from empty house to empty house, covered in dust and relics from the past. I long for people, for laughter again. I just want a safe place, a moment to stand still and clear my head. Im always on the move, a person with nowhere to go and no where I can just be. And honestly im finding it hard to remember a time when I was still.
