Drapetomani

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(n.) the overwhelming urge to run away...


Let's go!

We have no place here
Why do you hesitate at this crucial moment 
They are just tarrying your fate
Yet you feel trapped by love

Let's leave!

Do you wish to suffer further
 You hear their laughter
it's mocking your  your permanence
How foolish of you 

Get out!

Escape and live again
Leave and stay gone
Do not look back
Belonging is futile
So keep moving and live
                                                   


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Location: Johannesburg, South Africa

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