January 12, 2010
By Kristine Cortes BRONZE, Congers, New York
Kristine Cortes BRONZE, Congers, New York
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I have to leave this place
Things between us seem unclear
Everything needs to be erased
I’m running away from my fear

Everything feels so wrong
I don’t know how to make it right
I cannot take you along
I’ll soon be out of your sight

I don’t know where to run to
But it’ll be somewhere far away
I will truly miss you
It’s impossible for me to stay

I needed something real
And you weren’t that for me
I’m sorry, this is how I feel
Once I leave, I’ll be free

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