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Faked

I stumble upon a river the way it flows and feels I take my shoes off and run threw it laughing looking up towards the sun I wake up and it was all just a dream my sister runs up the stairs she slams her door i asked her what was wrong she looked at me She says "mom told me you were adopted" at first i laughed as i thought it was a joke I run downstairs to see my mom and dad sitting on the couch "mom?" i say she replies "its true we adopted you!" she got up and walked into the kitchen "after all this time i thought i was yours" i say My father gets up and walks out the door My mom lays her hand on her forhead Just dont worry about it everything will be okay "No it wont i say" i felt fake like i wasnt who i was suppose to be i just sat on my bed thinking about the whole thing my whole life and who i should have been I packed my bags that light and i ran away leaving the less important things behind i set out on a journey to find my real parents I had my sister get there info. from my dads office I took a bus to indiana and looked up there address As soon as i found it i knocked on the door A man opened the door he said "who are you?" i say "apparently i am your son?!" "you put me up for adoption?" i repeat He yells "ANNA!?, Some kid is here for you!" i repeat the story to her as she denied it She looked bruised and beaten up I wanted to help her but the man hut the door on my face I had no where to go now So i started on a journey back home But i never made it there I found that old river i use to go too i stayed there for a few weeks until i remembered the way back. I found myself that day I realized that i was fake but now im not because i know that i am just me not any of them

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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