I run,
I walk,
But I don't have a safe place to go.

I stare,
I cry,
But I don't know what else to do.

I crawl,
I sit,
But it seems I have no sane anymore.

I am in the middle of nowhere,
Holding their hands,
Afraid if I am losing my grip,
Afraid if nobody can't lift me up.

Who am i?

No answer for that.


With love,

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