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Poetry: Run

I tell myself
  I am not afraid
Of being consumed
  By the thing
Eating me

But I am afraid
  Of losing my soul
And forgetting
  Who I was
Who I am

And so I run
  Not to run away
Not to run toward
  But to run
To be
  To remain.
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