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I wanna go home at least that's what I thought
before all the fighting went off
mom&dad are at it again and I am the one who
got the blame,I packed my bags but didn't take it
instead I left a note saying I ran away,out in the
cold all alone it's dark and i'm on an empty road
no cars coming just the rain hitting the cement
and my head,It's been three days since I left,
had they called the cops?I hope not,I sit down
and cry tears come out as big as my eyes,I
had a pocket knife I cut my writs even though
it wouldn't do anything, but I can't make through