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I Run From Wolves, But They Always Catch Me
You can follow if you like, but don’t get caught.
You hunt me like a hurricane and come back in my dreams, but I run.
I run to exhaustion, I’m defeated, just take me already, but all you do is look down on me as I’m not worthy of the feast. You caught me, but I’m tainted, I will poison you, so I run, but you chase. You had your chance, but you stared.
Why?
I’m not good for you, but you continue to follow me. Stop following me, you scare me you fucking asshole! Now, shooooooo, go away! PLEASE, go away!
The leaves and branches are hitting my face, but I continue to run looking over my shoulder. That fucker is gaining steam again, I can’t outrun him! Fuck! He’s going to catch me, hold on!
I dart down the trail to the right, it feels like I may have lost him. I pause to take a breath, but fuck! Here he comes again! I come up off my knees while trying to catch my breath and I start running again. I don’t have much run left in me, god damn that mother fucker won’t let up! I’m so fucking tired!
Wait! There is a small crevice I might be able to squeeze into and it might confuse him.
mmmmm, argggggg………uhhhhhh.. Ok, I’m in. Fuck, I can’t catch my breath. This space is so…
