Aug 2014
I've always wondered what it'd be like to run away.
The sun on my face,
The grass under my feet
A world of responsibilities
forgotten.
It sounds like heaven.
But I do not want to become a woman on the streets
covered in grime and dirt and starving.
My fairy tale does not belong here.
It is not a wish that can come true.
And yet I want it more than anything in the world.
The sun on my face,
The grass under my feet
A world of responsibilities
forgotten.
It sounds like heaven.
But I do not want to become a woman on the streets
covered in grime and dirt and starving.
My fairy tale does not belong here.
It is not a wish that can come true.
And yet I want it more than anything in the world.
I just want to not have to worry about work, school, grades, money, family, making people proud, disappointing people, falling in love - or not doing so.
(Missouri)
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