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It's Okay To Run

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WordOfChen

Published: Dec 12, 2016

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I can understand the pain of wanting to run away
perhaps that is why I feel your suffering so keenly.
I know the feeling of wanting to shut the world away,
because hearing its voice is just too much to bear

And you sit there hoping, praying that change will come,
day after day, even if it hurts, you force yourself to see.
You try to hold on to the thread of tomorrow,
because the alternative is ceasing to be...

And that is why I want to tell you this,
though you might be sick of hearing this now.
Even if you ran for a thousand lifetimes;
I'll be right here waiting for when you touch back down.

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Sooooo,

Yeah sanity is low again today, but I still feel like I want to encourage people because I understand that sort of feeling well.

Even if you feel like running, it's okay, sometimes you have to and you'll have friends waiting for when you touch back down.

- Chennie

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