Starting over

April 11, 2012
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When I was little
I moved three times in
One year.

I was scared
About the newness
Of it all.

I would make new friends
At one school.
Then lose them at the
Next.

I moved on.
Like all the good and fun times
Meant nothing
To my parents.

I felt lonely
Deserted
and empty
I felt sad
Low
and cheerless
I felt scared
anxious
and troubled.
I didn’t know what they were getting me into.





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