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Jun 2014 · 814
The Runaway
MKR Jun 2014
You walk down the street,
You said you won't be long.
But as the hours pass by,
They don't notice your gone.

The rain falls down hard,
Freezing you to the core.
Try to block out the words;
Rude. Dumb. *****.

Words echo in your head,
Each causing you more pain.
Getting away from the hurt
Is worth a little rain.

You sit on a bench
In the dark all alone,
Remembering the days
When this place felt like home.

You wonder what changed,
How they think this is right.
Wondering if they worried
When you left home tonight.

You walk down the street,
You said you won't be long.
But you left with your things,
And you're forever gone.

— The End —