runaway runaway oh runaway, solitude is beauty oh solitary strength, i run miles to leave you out of sight, to not have you in mind, to breathe in that normal rhythm, to not fall, to not cry.
I am perpetually late. I am habitually headstrong. I am fickle yet strangely staunch. I am in bliss yet consciously discontented. I dream, I dream & I dream. I aspire to have a zoo full of happy pups, bunnies and guinea pigs. Knut can come live in my zoo if he wants! I'm allergic to vegetarian squids. I am still me, the constant procrastinator. Yes, I'm no longer polka-dotted and I have escaped from being the Malibu Barbie though I'm still happily imprisoned in Neverland.
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