Running from the thoughts
I feel like there is a string in my back
An invisible tether, pulling me back
So that when I am gasping for air
And I can hardly breathe
I look up to see I am right back where I started
Staring my choices in the face
Trying to scare them away
Trying to make another
But in the end there's only two
Yes, or no
It's so black and white and I can barely see
And color seems to hurt
So I start running again
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