Running

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By bobbi

hide from my mom, she gets meaner at night she won't remember by morning or at least that's what she'll say pretend to be asleep my heart gives me away racing like running in my mind just to get away from the beer smell the unprovoked rage and at times, her fist from the tears I cry only at night when other kids can't see how lonely I am. and how worthless I feel.

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