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[sid] => 3118
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Please No
[time] => 2002-08-31 20:19:02
[hometext] => I used this as an explanation to my father as to why I took off.
[bodytext] => On Feburary 23, 1995,
I made a decision that sent everybody high. The morning started out fine, As I said to my dad good-by. Eric awaited me that morning, though we were talking kind of boring. Five minutes till the bell, I gave him a hug, nobody would tell The bell had rung, the ladys voice sung. We were sent to the office, my eyes filled with softness I knew I was in trouble, so I split on the double. I found Erice, he wanted to come, we walked out the door singing a hymm. We ran under a bridge that felt like a lid, the sleep that came to us I knew someone to trust. The noises we heard, the thoughts that occured. We skipped to Mingo's and knocked with a jingle. Nobody home, Eric threw down his comb We decied to try Carol's who would keep us till morning. We walked to the house, as quiet as a mouse. The house was empty, my stomach was tempting. The porch was warm, we stayed there with the sounds of horns. We slept there even more, so we didn't end up in the morgue. 2:30 finally came around, we thought they were looking with hounds. We went to Scotts, but he was sick, we ran out of there like a bolt and quick. We tried Mingo's and Andrew was home, to all these people, I wansn't known. I was hungery and thirsty, but had to wait, but time would pass, we'd end up bait. They had to leave, and so did we We wondered to the rec. center, tt was cold, it didn't matter. We watched a game or two, Eric finally said let's go you. We ended at Jason's, we got some food, thank God we were no longer cooled. His parents came home, we were no longer alone. He gave us a place in his basement, if I got to cold, I'd have a placement. It was time to go, I knew outside it was so cold. He gave us some blankets, that were as warm as anklets. Eric asked me long or short way, who care, as long as we get away. So we walked down Ganson, wishing for a warm mansion A car drove by, I didn't want to die. It turned a corner, I felt like a loner. We ran behind a white house, again had to be quiet as a mouse. I wish to get out of there and fly, as I kissed on his cheek good-by. The voices we heard, the lesson soon to be learned. We hid from my father, where I thought we weren't bothered. I saw the flashlights light, it was so dark that night. I saw the mans face, And blood in my mouth I could taste. He demanded, "Lets go!" I pleaded, "Please no!" I knew this was the end, for I knew where me they would send I saw my mother Her voice was cover I hung my head low We walked with a heart in a bow. We drove Eric home In the car we were not known I held his hand tight as can be For the last time I would not see. The car ride home was so cold All my problems were on hold. We entered the parking lot, my stomach and heart hot. I walked through the door, my grandmother steered me in a lore The yelling began, the people I hurt again. My room torn apart again wanted to part. Everthing was over, that's a fact, I felt stepped on like a mat. I said I was sorry Nothing was narley Patty threatned to leave Please God, I do believe. My esteem was gone I had to go along Are problmes aren't solved In the future they longed. This is the end of my poem I hope no more to feel alone I say I'm sorry with a list I give you my word with a kiss [comments] => 1 [counter] => 384 [topic] => 39 [informant] => country_mistress [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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