you can't run.
you can't hide.
you can't die.
it is not even a fight anymore.
everyone holds a thousand new games,
and you are to predict the rules.
bones melt down.
hearts explode.
dreams float out of reach.
you can't ignore.
you can't avoid.
life won't let you be.
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