Today I ran away from home.
I strive not to be found.
As I walk down the street unnoticed.
I look around at the sights.
I listen to all the birds sing as I sit on a park bench.
Then night envelopes me and fear starts to set in.
My heart sinks as i realize that I made a mistake.
Tonight I sleep on a park bench surrounded by the homeless.
Tomorrow I will go back home where I belong.
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~Queen of Hate~
and remember folks imitation is the sincerest form of flattery
and remember folks imitation is the sincerest form of flattery