Running

I running with no purpose,
Everyone I pass just stares,
Like: "Who's the girl running?"
And: "Does she now how late it is?"
No one cares to ask,
All they know is,
There's a girl running through the street
Her dyed red hair is fighting its way out of her hair tie
Her left shoe is loose and almost off
Strangers stop and look behind me,
They expect an ax murderer
Or someone chasing me
But no,
I'm just running with no purpose
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