December 8, 2010
By ashleypetit BRONZE, Wallingford, Connecticut
ashleypetit BRONZE, Wallingford, Connecticut
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As the center of a certain man’s pursuit,
I am haunted each and every day.
Others may experience this, but for me
It is a fear that has not yet gone away.

Though I may succeed in escaping him,
He will never escape my mind.
Whether I will stop running or not,
Is in my hands, a choice of mine.

It is just thoughts wasted on a minimal matter
My parents always lie.
The sprinting will continue,
Without a place on this earth to hide.

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on Jan. 10 2011 at 12:02 pm
amandapacheco BRONZE, Wallingford, Connecticut
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Favorite Quote:
So I put my hands up
They're playing my song,
And the butterflys fly away
Noddin' my head like yeah
Moving my hips like yeah,
And I got my hands up,
They're playin my song
I know I'm gonna be ok
Yeah, It's a party in the USA

OH OKAYYYYYYY! nice work kiddo


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