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Abby Mar 2018
My skin turned purple
My face started to hollow
I thought i just didn' t feel well,
I' ll be better tomorrow
Growing weaker day by day
Coming up with less to say
Eventually no words at all
One gentle push sending me to fall
You were right there though, through it all
******* the life out of me with a straw
Abby Mar 2018
Run
Run, running with no designated area to be,

Oh, how I run to never be quite free.

I run away the stress of work and school

But they are monsters, of which they truly rule.

I try to be faster, quicker, lighter on my aching feet,

But, they catch me as I frown in defeat.

I run every day, hoping I can get even an inch farther away,

They just laugh and let me try the next day.

Run, Run, RUN, my head screams at me as my legs grow weary,

So I keep going, my eyes become teary.

Race, my heart races as they grow near,

I cannot contain my raging fear.

Run, running with no designated area to be,

Oh, how I run to never be quite free.

— The End —