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it's time to run away
run away from it all
from your empty words
from your futility
from our voids.
it's time we forget it all
and start a new life
all over again.
what if i could?
what would i do with my own life?
what would i do with useless pleasures?
what would i do with my addictions?
maybe if i could trade lives
trade minds
and reconstruct my thoughts
would all this be over?
would it actually be different?
or would i make it be the same again?
what would i do with all these urges
that make me regret myself 
weekend after weekend?
remains the wish
to put it all in my pockets
and purposely lose them
so i could create new urges
new desires
if my consciousness let me.
is there a way to do it?
i guess there isn't
and after all
we'll remain hostage
of our own sins.