Fleeing the truth
That lives
inside
Of a world
So unknown
It is gray
waterlogged
musty
And seen through
stained gauze
The dirty
lenses of
yesterday
Where memories
are rewritten
By the
sheer weight
of hate
For where one
comes from
And where one
must go
matters not
In search of safety
and hope
A better life
with promise
A life with you
A life of shinier glossier
happier tomorrows
-Anne The Obscure
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