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Apr 2015
Run. Run. Run.
Don’t Look Back.
Don’t Think.
No Plan.
Just Run.
     That’s how I remember it.
   I love it.   From that point on
   It,
                                                                ­was
                                                                ­        MY
                                                      ­                          life.
           Then I thought
               I paced
                    I turned back
                            To the hell I live
                                                    I like school
                                     I don’t like home
                            I like mom
            I don’t like home
Why?
You Don’t know
me
my life.
I wrote this one three years ago. I was in middle school.
Bree Anna
Written by
Bree Anna  Indiana
(Indiana)   
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