I was in my room,
doing typical things.
when my sister came in,
everything kinda changed.
"get your stuff", she said in fright.
"what's going on?",
i grabbed what was in sight.
she held my hand,
like big sisters do.
we ran down the stairs,
the louder the noise grew.
glass shattered loudly,
and my mom began to cry.
daddy was at it again,
we just ran on by.
we flew out the door,
and down the street we ran.
"where are we going?"
and the runaway began...
Aug 25, 2011
Aug 25, 2011 at 2:41 AM UTC
I was in my room,
doing typical things.
when my sister came in,
everything kinda changed.
"get your stuff", she said in fright.
"what's going on?",
i grabbed what was in sight.
she held my hand,
like big sisters do.
we ran down the stairs,
the louder the noise grew.
glass shattered loudly,
and my mom began to cry.
daddy was at it again,
we just ran on by.
we flew out the door,
and down the street we ran.
"where are we going?"
and the runaway began...
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