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Running until you're out of breath
Headfirst into the unknown
Without direction, but not without cause
Searching for the missing pieces
Lost parts of the whole
Heartache burning white hot, never ending
The only cure just out of reach
A spark of light in the blinding darkness
Calling out with the promise of sweet relief
Guiding lost souls back from their wanderings
To the safe familiarity of longing
Wading through the passage of time
For the tides to turn in our favor
And begin the long journey home