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[aid] => mick
[title] => Run Away Child.
[time] => 2004-03-06 08:23:54
[hometext] => This is what i did.
[bodytext] => it's hard when your life crumbles, into a nothing lost in the ground, i packed my bag, planned where i'd go, but in the end i knew i'd be found! i couldn't see the point in travelling, a distance, not far away, to carry my bag with my history, to find i have no-where to stay. so i lived with things for a while, until i couldn't take any-more, and when my chains broke, i ran out of my cage, releasing it all from my core. it was so good to get away from my walls, that were forced in by my abusers rules, to do what i want, never thinking twice, the time i was out with my mate, that was real nice! never lasts though, and i was taken back home, excluded from school, cause we bunked off a school trip, following a weeks of detentions, to make us feel like . and when my mate was back, we did it again! to escape the world, that rapped our heads. to get faced with trouble beond, our dreams, to bunk on a train, to get us to where, we needed to be. to get picked up by the police,about 1 in the morning, to get copper's talking to me, with all warnings, i shouldn't run, cause it is bad, i may get murdered and my family will be sad. self-harm is bad, so i mustn't go that way, if i do i could turn mad, but i didn't care for what they had to say. when i went home more problems crept in, but i wasn't scared anymore within, so everytime they started i ran away, i didn't care night or day, i was sick of taking all that crap, and i hated being slapped. so i put my-self in care, for one and a half years! coz i couldn't face living in fear, and hated being full of tears. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 151 [topic] => 21 [informant] => deathdrop [notes] => ......edited by mod_6.....06-03-04 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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