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Nov 2015
Told a friend, told a few.
Scary house, pretty knife.
Pretty girl, ugly life.

Mother knew, father saw.
Fathers wife, constant threats.
Sanity hanging by a thread.

I took her hand, ran away.
Or was it casual walking?
Praying for a better place.

Met a man, pretty brown eyes.
Kissed a man, hungry lips.
****** a man, total bliss.

Old friend, new bed.
Lit up, ****** down.
Rested my head, closed my eyes.
Accepting a new life
as a Walkaway.
Written by
Casaria NightShade  Not tellin' you, stalker.
(Not tellin' you, stalker.)   
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