An escape route.
To drown every failure.
To suppress every desire.
To kill my soul.
Where to? Where to?
I walked a freaking lot today. Through lanes and by-lanes that I never knew existed. You'd think I were escaping from somebody / something if you could trace the strange route I took. But I really was escaping from myself. Escaping reality. Which I couldn't, though. Would suicide be the only way of escaping from myself?
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