Chapter 8: Just One Song

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When Mom bought me that pad, i started writing more songs and having my hope and faith back. I wrote a new song called Skyscraper about Dad but im afraid hes ganna find it again. I hide it in a good spot, but its still possible he could find it. The fights still go on which is really sad in my opinion but since im now 10, i don't love or care about Dad anymore.

"Demetria!" Dad raged. I ran outside and into the woods. I sat behind a tree just in case he was still coming after me. Too calm my self down i was singing Skyscraper.

"You Can Take Everything I Have, You Can Break Everything I Am, Like Im Made Of Glass, Like Im Made Of Paper" even though this song talks about me being free and strong, this song is going to help me free. I wake up and realize its dark in the forest. The dirt ground is cold and the wind is blowing in my face like rain. As i get up and walk home, i think its so amazing how writing one song can possibly save a life and maybe set someone free.

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