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  • fate is following closely behind,
    our fear of tears and evil's schemes
    hover above our goals, our dreams
    and might attack us at an inconvenient time.

    love is fear and success is unaccepted,
    for wherever we go, evil is sure to follow.
    sneaking and secrecy will haunt our hearts,
    and a sizzling calamity stalls us, a new start.

    Separate from the old, the mischievious one sold
    again to the shadows of our untamed hearts.

    locked away in a box,
    fragile dolls glare at the hand-made paper clocks
    hung on the so-called walls I see,
    a painful burning air searches for me.

    I escape from tragedy,
    I hide from what might hurt me deeper,
    I am running from possibility

    because after all, it's finder's keeper's.
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