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The light September breeze, reminds me of who I used to be, A girl without so much worry, A girl who wasn't judged for, being who she was. She left home, And she had never felt so alone. So she walked, sometimes she rode with strangers, Who seemed to really understand when she talked. I just wanted to go North, and see the snow. But I wasn't doing much good, cause my wits were starting to go, And I hoped. She hoped for an end, Among the strange, beautiful places, just around the bend. And she found some, In trespassing and chases. Which is why I ended here, in a dry town. No whisky or beer. Wearing a pale blue, hospital gown.
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Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 8:25 PM UTC
To Leave Home
The light September breeze, reminds me of who I used to be, A girl without so much worry, A girl who wasn't judged for, being who she was. She left home, And she had never felt so alone. So she walked, sometimes she rode with strangers, Who seemed to really understand when she talked. I just wanted to go North, and see the snow. But I wasn't doing much good, cause my wits were starting to go, And I hoped. She hoped for an end, Among the strange, beautiful places, just around the bend. And she found some, In trespassing and chases. Which is why I ended here, in a dry town. No whisky or beer. Wearing a pale blue, hospital gown.
Tried something with two different perspectives, hope you enjoyed!
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17/Trans Female
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 8:25 PM UTC
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