I try, something doesn't let me.

The more I try to run.
The more I get stuck.
like quicksands I can't get out.
I try and try to desapear,
but the more I try,
the more people can see me.
I hide in the dark,
but there's always a light that comes,
and blinds me.
What should I do?
When there's no place that I can run to.

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