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Mer Girl

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Mer Girl

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I ran from my house that cannot contain meFrom the man that I cannot keepFrom my mother who haunts me, even though she's goneFrom my daughter that never sleepsI ran from the noise and the silenceFrom the traffic on the streetsI ran to the treetops, I ran to the skyOut to the lake, into the rainthat matted my hairAnd soaked my shoes and skinHid my tears, hid my fearsI ran to the forest, I ran to the treesI ran and I ran, I was looking for meI ran past the churches and the crooked old mailboxPast the apple orchards and the lady that never talksUp into the hills, I ran to the cemeteryAnd held my breath, and thought about your deathI ran to the lake, up into the hillsI ran and I ran, I'm looking there stillAnd I saw the crumbling tombstonesAll forgotten namesI tasted the rain, I tasted my tearsI cursed the angels, I tasted my fearsAnd the ground gave way beneath my feetAnd the earth took me in her armsLeaves covered my faceAnts marched across my backBlack sky opened up, blinding meI ran to the forest, I ran to the treesI ran and I ran, I was looking for meI ran to the lakes and up to the hillI ran and I ran, I'm looking there stillAnd I smelled her burning fleshHer rotting bonesHer decayI ran and I ranI'm still running away

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