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Nothing's Fixed


Everyone acts like running away fixes things-
like the problems won't catch up to you or hurt anyone that you left.

I know now that it's selfish to run
and leave everyone else confused in my sudden wake.
It kills the ones left to pick up the pieces all by themselves.

I'm sorry, I'm here to stay this time.

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