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Jan 2011
Run, run from the rain boy.
They'll never see you....hell,
they won't remember you.....
They look over you now,
as dressed in tattered rags.
Get away, as far as you can.
You might find yourself,
...you might find her.
Remember all the lies..
the lies, you were force fed.
Don't let them get in your way.
There will be others,
others who await to bleed you.
To keep you on your toes,
...your wits sharp,
and seriousness keen.
Admit to your being lost,
rash, and hopeless.
Cast them away as far as space.
Let them shine from you no longer.
As you grow from now on,
..make your choices wise.
And let your choice be happiness.
Written by
Anthony Simpson
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