Thoughts of a Runaway...
As I step out of the door,I bow my head to pray
for my family's safety
and that I may see them again, someday...
I shift the bag on my shoulder,
and take a deep breath...
A tear slids down my cheek
as i walk down my porch steps...
I picture the tear-stained note
while I disappear into the night...
"I love you all, but I've had enough...
Im taking myself out of the fight"
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