I leave this for good…
This earth, which sticks on my feet…
Not allowing me to run, when I need to run…
It holds me with authority I never gave it…
It rules my thoughts… manipulates them…

One moment I want to run…
Next moment I want to sink deep…
This earth, which sticks on my feet…

I leave this for good….

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