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Running Through The NightRunning through the night used to be his thing.Running Through The Night by ~SarikoNiri
He'd run for hours trying to get rid of everything.
The alcohol, the voices, the memories.
He'd run and run until his legs couldn't carry him any longer.
And he would fall to the ground and stay there.
He would gasp for air and shake in the ice cold nights.
He would cry and scream and bleed.
But the scratches would never hurt enough to outweigh the pain in his chest.
The screams would never reach anyone but his own demons.
The tears would only hit the ground and disappear.
They'd leave him behind, so frail and broken.
Only the night knew of the struggles he had.
And that the enemy was himself all along.
Yeah, running through the night used to be his thing.
But things can change so suddenly.
Even though he stopped running, the night still knew.
But she kept his secrets safe.