Real Stories....Real People...Real Pain.... Real everything to acknowledge
One true story,
Told by my inner child,
Everyone thought,
That I being wild.
But it was true me,
Who exceeded the truth,
But that was only when,
I was in that Blue family room.
All grown up and mature,
Getting ready for the nap,
Bad little secrets yet to be revealed,
I didn’t know.
But he thought,
For a true girl a lier,
But they were wrong,
They absurded.
I Runaway,
Just like a slave,
To never come back,
Any day.
Live your life,
And do what you do,
Become the wife,
That you want to,
Enjoy the job,
Just be you,
Because by the end of the day,
That is only thing you can do…
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