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So much stress about be a run-away kid, listen to the people around me that's what they did.
All the screaming and fussing goes on, just being away will make the stress be gone.
It makes me feel like i want life to end fast, I'm trying to put these thoughts away and make 
this all the past.
But this is one hard task to do, if all you're surrounded by is people yelling at you.
they're not yelling and screaming for joy but because they don't know how to enjoy, the 
things around them they hear and they see guess it's arguing and fighting it will be.
I sit in my room and cry all alone, wishing an angel would call to the phone, telling me that 
everything will be all right just go to sleep make tonight a good night.
So I sign this poem with my tear
knowing God my prayer he will hear.





                                                       JERMAISHA PRATT
                                                       9/17/09

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