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I am going away for a while.
I'll be back don't try and follow me,
I'll return as soon as possible;
See I'm tryin' to find my place,
It might not be here where I feel safe
We all learn to make mistakes,

And run from them.

these are the stories the ones you might find and try to rip out of my claws. these are the stories that hurt and are threaded with dreams and nightmares and fears and feathers and ghosts of a past. these are the ones that i don't tell, because this is where the sandstorm rages and the path is of darkening asphalt and the wolves howl at the moon that isn't there and the birds scream and somewhere else, under a paper moon, there's an everlasting downpour.

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