How?

I have been running in my whole life till life runs me...

I have forgotten how to seek solace in stillness...

Anxiety is my companion,

Trouble stalks me everywhere...

So I run...

I somehow believe that I was born to be an escapist...

I run and keep running till my lung hurts...

Suddenly the air becomes so stuffy...

I can't breath...

Numb. Blank. Cold. Meaningless.

How do we spell "J.O.Y"? "H.A.P.P.Y"?

I couldn't find them in my life's dictionary...

Hold me.

Hold me.

Please...

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I wish I could lend a hand. Teach me.

-Miss B-