carrie-ann-maree-staggs

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RainAs I run down the street I feel the hardness of the pavement under my worn out tennis shoes. / I pump my arms as my feet propel me away from that house. / the house full of loud voices with there relentless bickering

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SadI feel it when I wake / I feel it when I sleep / I feel it when I'm all alone

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