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The girl was only thirteen but she decided to runaway from home,
     Her parents did not hit her but their words were like whips;
They called her stupid, and told her she would amount to nothing,
          She did not understand why they seemed to hate her.

So she put everything that would fit into her backpack and left,
     With no plan in place, she just started walking and walking;
She knew that staying in her small town was out of the question,
         Leaving would be the only option, so she became a fugitive.

A bit of money bought lunch and then she headed for the highway,
     Put out her finger to hitchhike and the first car stopped;
Where are you going, he asked, Toronto, she replied, uncertain,
          I can take you part way, she got in and he was polite.

He let her out in Kingston, but first bought her some food,
     At the restaurant she met up with a teen boy hitchhiking too;
So they made a team and set off together, she thought it fun,
          They got to Toronto at night and ended up sleeping outside.

When she woke up, he had gone and she was all alone,
     She walked the streets, running when she saw a police man;
In the evening a man approached her and asked, if she was lost,
          And if she was hungry, she was, and he seemed nice.

He took her to a mission and they gave her soup and a bed,
     There she met some kids who were hitching to Florida;
Why not, she was a fugitive here, so the next day they left,
         It did not take them long and they slept on the beach.

In the morning she was all alone, and now in another country,
     She was starting to get afraid, then a man said to her, hello;
Lost, he said, he seemed nice, she nodded taking his hand,
         The Florida police found her body in a canal that day.

There was no identification and no missing child reports,
     Her parents did search for years and years and years;
She just disappeared, a little girl fugitive on the run, 
          She is buried in a nameless grave in Florida.

                                             And they never found her.

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March 15, 2016

Poetry/Free Verse/The Runaway
Copyright Protected, ID 16-768-391-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.
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