You know the feeling when it seems like we're always on an endless run, running from this world, running from this entire reality, running from this life, running from ourselves, that we end up feeling discouraged, exhausted, peaceless, breathless and so consumed into placid despair, slowly losing ourselves into the echoes of our demons, and somehow that shadowy cold embrace feels comforting, when that steady numbness seems to be less tiring.
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I've been running from my demons on these late nights,
Tryna get everything settled, and my pace right.
I...