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I never remember,
as I run away
from my miserable life
that actually,
there is people
waiting me to come home.

I never thank
them for being
somewhere in between
me and my death.

And then,
this feeling
shaking my head,
shaking my body.

It never moves
me right way.
It never makes me
feel better.


But now,
I have to stop
and say:
Thank You.