darfur
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Running, running, running.
That's all my feet seem to do... trying to keep up with the fears of the Genocide.
Having Civil War in my own home in Darfur,
I look, search, look, search, look for a place to hide.
Shall I die today?
Can I live till tomorrow?
Will death come early?
Blood running down my head.
I lay there dead in my bed.
But I will find the light again.
Run with me.
Become free.
