when i came here, it was never about breaking out.
i was satisfied by the thought of being here.
what happened to the "here" i loved?
"there" became "here",
"here" stood still while i was going there.
always craving for "there", never appreciating "here"
it's human,
and it hunts me like a bloody wolf
FUCK OFF!
leave me be!
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