Run away from home, friends, family, this life I'm living.
Run away from the bills I can't pay, the house I can't keep clean, the broken things I can't fix or replace, the inevitable, resigned disappointment of those around me when I fail...again...
That's the fuel - that disappointment. It hurts.
I daydream about taking the kids and starting over where no one knows me.
But I know it won't make a difference. You can run...
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But if you constantly run and hide, we would miss you and our world would be absent an important color and shade.
Wherever you go, there you are. You might as well stay, don cha think?
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