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"I feel like I've by my damn shadow until my demons ran out of road."

This piece is a visual description of how I tried to outrun my shadows that reached from my city. I wanted nothing more than to leave everything I had behind in hopes that the grass was greener on the other side. I still feel like I'm going no where with no direction. I'm working myself to the bone and at times I feel like I've missed connecting with people that I know I should have. I just hope that when I'm gone I can say I enjoyed my life like he did no matter the choices I make.