Runaway

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Sitting alone under the night so black,
Nobody knows what she's holding back.
Pulling her sleeves past the black and blue,
Once the bruises fade they'll come back new.

Looking up at stars so high,
She wishes she'd melt to the sky.
Out of her eye drops a single tear,
As she turns around to face her fears.

At the thought of home she shutters,
Then a tiny cry for help she mutters.
Her angry fathers face shakes in her head,
Then her tiny heart fills with dread.

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