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i heard the screaming at 2am, my dad was drunk, my mom was fed up with his problems. "i'm going to bens for the night, when i come back you better be sober and cleaned up!" she yelled, and then, slam, a door shut.

footsteps got louder and louder, my door knob wiggled. "let me in!" he screamed. the way his voice seemed to get louder and louder, and the way he seemed to pound so hard on the door made me feel something for once. fear. i quietly opened up the window and jumped, when i landed it hurt like hell, but i was okay. i ran when i heard my door slam open, i ran and ran.
and ended up across town, at an old park, at 3:30am. wishing i would see the boy i in my dream, wishing he could save me. make me feel happy, stop the never ending numbness.

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