Run for your life.
Or whatever’s left of it.
Is it worth all the pain?
All the adrenaline rushing through you?
It tires you,
It exhausts you,
Even in your sleep.
You cannot stop.
If you do,
You will die.
You run from everything,
From the enemy that chases you,
From the past that is already behind.
You still run,
To the future,
To the safety,
That you have already passed by.
Several opportunities…thrown away,
Because you do not stop.
Death is chasing you to his own self.
You will die either way.
You still run.
You turn the corner,
And there Death is.
No longer exhausted,
No longer tired,
No more adrenaline left.
It isn’t worth all the pain.
There is nothing left of your life.
You’ve used all up.
No longer can you…
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