Running through the forest in the dark.
No sudden movements, no slight remarks.
Feeling free, running fast,
No hard times, making this last.
Feeling the wind against my face.
Running faster, why should I be a disgrace?
I'm tired of being me, and what you see.
Let go of my hand, please set me free.
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