One mustn't resort to assumptions, for the risk of misappropriation looms heavy
For the heart lies , time and again to ease one's anxious overtures
It only serves to deprecate sound logic and reasonings
One could build walls, hide behind from the forces that seek to torment
But how could it be known if the trouble could fly over these high walls
I could imagine one to construct a dome, and pretend to be safe
Yet then one remains a prisoner of their own torrid fears
One may run, believe that their troubles could be slower or be subject to fatigue
Yet how can one forget that the faster you run, the energetic your worries become
I have known far too long to not fall prey to such false escapism
I have known my pain to follow me around like a cheerful dog, alluring me
So if one must live, then maybe try to live in the current moment and breathe easy
For life brings no respite, there is no ease nor a restful moment
When the pain hits, defocus and recount how much hurt has passed
Hold on to your own hand, remember you are the one to outlive it all
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