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Jan 2011
I'm running away to a place,
that is my secret place,
where I figure everything out
in this messed up head of mine,
but how can I get there (with no way there?),
when can I go (what time, day?),
I need to go soon before I explode (into a million pieces).
I need to get a way from this drama
high school I'm in, I need time
to figure out what I'm doing (right now)
because right now I'm doing everything in a *trance.
copyright; 2007
McNally, Inc.
Sophomore year was rough, but high school is rough, and hard. I'm glad I had music, and writing...I probably wouldn't have made it out there alive if I didn't.- From When Times Get Tough....Write Poetry
Nina McNally
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Nina McNally  33/F/Maine
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