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The Full-Throttle Abscondence
I'm going on a trip.
Please don't look for me.
The real world?
There's no such thing, but
I'm looking for it.
—I mean the me that went missing yesterday.
She's a real weak one
So she'll be keeling over soon.
I don't want to run away, not at all.
But my legs are sprinting of their own accord.
As we contradict ourselves,
We're going for
The full-throttle abscondence.
"I want to disappear."
"I want to be found."
These words, we'll always scream silently.
I'm here. I'm here.
If you arrest us,
Please handle us with care.
I'll be dreaming. Yeah, you can go and keep searching.
The sparkling world? Even though it's all a fantasy,
I'm looking for it—that is, the me smiling tomorrow.
She's a fool, so she's probably faking it.
Reality knows what's up
But unable to give up happiness
With tears flowing
We're going for
The full-throttle abscondence.
I don't want to vanish at all,
And I don't want to lose, either.
Without fail, we're always, futilely,
Flailing.
I'm here, I'm here.
Even if you do arrest us,
Please set us free.
If we're fated to vanish, then we'll do it at full sprint.
We'll always be on full throttle
Bluffing,
Fighting.
Please don't arrest us,
Just watch over us kindly from the shadows.