I wanna leave
And never come back
I wanna go somewhere
Somewhere amazing
I will pack my bags now
I will get some food and money for the trip
I'll leave a note
It'll tell my family I had to leave
Then off I go
I search and search for this place
This place I dream of
I thought I found it a couple of times
But then I realized this place wouldn't work
So I kept going
I kept dreaming
I dreamt of an wonderful place
I call this place
Paradise...
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A Dying Flower
PoetryThese poems were written in my dark times of 2015. I did not want to see the next day, or face people who were suppose to be friends and family. Since then, I have become a mother at a young age and found peace in my trauma. If you would've told me...