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Tuesday, January 23rd, 2007
I’ve walked away with my future
and cant let go of my past
I’ve walked out the door
this goodbye is my last
the fog sticking to my once dry sweatshirt
I’m losing sight
of what is right and
I’m starting to believe
that my life is a useless fight
I push my legs harder
I’m carrying myself away from what is real
all the people who say they care
make it too hard to feel
found on the side of the road
laying as if dead
the friend who cared the most
wonders what the girl never said
the man, badged and sporting black
tears apart the teenagers life
asks her what was going on
what caused her so much strife
she tells them all her problems
and her depression without choice
tells them of her family
and if they care to hear her voice
all the memories come back to me
all the memories, close but far away
they help me realize
what made me run away
– by Julie Hobson
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