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Out of Touch

It was that night,

after the big fight,

she left the house for good,

she told her parents that she would,

now she would roam,

after leaving her safe home,

rented a room with a drug dealer,

she’d sell herself for her split,

and settles for unequivocal ********

no goals,

lost souls,

and no one to be the proudest,

as she would find herself

screaming the loudest,

high on drugs,

living with rats and cockroaches,

and all other kind of bugs,

fired, ****** and fought thugs,

while missing those warm and genuine hugs,

her family misses her so much,

but she lost and forever out of touch.

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Written by
frank-atanacio
American
Published
Nov 30, 2010
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(c) Copyrighted 2010 by Frank F. Atanacio

A Nick PT Barnum Publication

http://authspot.com/short-stories/in-the-realm/

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