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Runaway

I pack my bags, it's time to go...

My body aches, from head to toe

No more abuse, no more sorrow...

It's time to look for a better tomorrow...

I look at my possessions, that I'm leaving behind

Maybe there will be new things I'll find...

I take one last look, and walk out the door

And then all my tears begin to pour...

I run for the tracks, where a boxcar awaits..

I climb inside the cart, as I hear the engine roar...

I close my eyes, and count to four...

I open my eyes, and I see a new life..

No pain, no hate, and no strife..

I peek out the cart, feeling refreshed and new...

Looking at the trees and the beautiful view...

Then I see a truck in the middle of the tracks...

The brakes screech against the tracks, but it's too late to stop...

I hear a loud sound...almost like a pop..

Chunks of metal fly, and so do I...

And all I am thinking is, I just want to die...
Written by darkanime313 (Myxomatosis)
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