It was a summer night, as I ran away from home. I didn't know where to go, what to do or what to feel. But I knew I wanted to go. I was desperate. I left a letter for my family and friends. I was sure nobody would miss me. I sat down, and smoked a cigarette, threw my phone away and cried. After that I climbed up the tree. I felt how my throat was getting tied up. My last thougt was, 'If i'd be gone, would you miss me?'
(This is my first book and I'm not very good at english so bare with me please)
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