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Walking down the street.
I’ve run away from home.
My life is so unfair.
No seems to care.
Cars running by fast.
Blurry lights of the night.
I feel so empty inside.
My hands are tied.
Stepping out on the black pavement.
Cars coming quicker.
Lights coming faster.
Dodging, smashing, crashing.


Stop.
What have I done?
I’ve made everything worse.
Sirens.
Shouting.
Crying.
Wasn’t worth it.
Turing around.
Running back home.
Into my moms arms.
Safe and sound.





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