I try not to think
I try to forgive
But it’s not working
I start packing my stuff
With tears filling my eyes
I get ready to go
I want to run real far
Real far far away
But one thing is stopping me
My family ,my friends ,my future
They all come back at me
And I never have a chance to go far
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Poetry
PoetryThese poems consist of small short stories and a little about myself. So yeah. They tell of creatures,trees,and far away places. And a lot more.