running from these excuses seems they're pouring in my head. counting all the lies i've led and the words i've left unsaid. spiraling into riddles weaving stories i would tell. unaware your hand was reaching out to save me from this hell. catching silly punchlines being thrown from every way. looking for myself before my shadow goes astray. flexible with pity easily i could bend. unaware your hand was reaching out to save me once again.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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