the runner

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I ran at the emergence of my unhappiness

afraid to face it

I tried to change my circumstances

to become lost from it.

It kept finding me,

it was the greatest

blood hound.

And so eventually, I

turned to look it

in the eye.

If you are going to destroy

me, at least let me

see your face.

And the face was mine.

And all she had ever wanted

was for me to hold her

while she cried,

to accept her as

part of me.

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