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Aug 27
I ran away from home too many times to count.
I left that place and survived with my will and my doubt.
I went to mountain tops to yell and to shout.
Only to prove I could be loud.

Once I returned with my guilt and a smile.
I saw only a hill waiting the arrival.
Written by
Therese
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