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RUNAWAY

They do not even care, for them
I am not even there, they just walk on
And I don't want their eyes on me
Don't want to see their disgust
It's just.....
If they don't know I am there
Then am I where?

Eff all they know why I am here
Nothing I fear more than what I ran from
So, finger to you, just hand me coins
And I will find a place to sleep
To keep me dry and warm
It's just.....
My mom, sometimes i could be in her arms
When I was me.

They use me and give me some bills
They throw me cigs and booze
I snooze part of the day away
And hope that I won't think
It's just
That I will sink if no one
No one ever sees I'm here

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My heart was ripped apart when N/A me....
Please listen to what I have to say
For nothing can compare to who I see:
A lost kid, homeless, castaway
The kid you can't see, but I'll forever be.

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Reposted on November 8, 2016
7th place in contest: Take The Dagger From My Heart, Please - 3 
Sponsored by: Broken Wings

Originally written for contest: Being Homeless,
October 24, 2016
Judged (finalized?) on October 26, 2016

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