Open field

I run

And I glide

But in this open field, theres no where to hide

My problems always seem to find me

They freeze my feet 

These problems that I have

Are all in my head 

Cuase these harmful words

Have never been said 

Yet I believe them to be true 

And it pulls me farther away from you

Even though I know these words are fake 

They are hard for me to take 

So once again I keep running 

Trying to hide

But they keep on coming 

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