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May 2015
I wish I could run
run as far as I can
till my feet are weak
and I collapse on the floor

to get away from this place
a place that wasn't home
to feel happy and sad
but not yelled at all alone

to look into the sky
without a care in the world
and sit on the grass
in hopes of love

to run is my wish
for a better home
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   stΓ©phane noir
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