what if i ran
as fast as i could
and never looked back
although i know i should
the place left behind
is the one i called home
but i just cant look back
for fear of the unknown
my hands start to shake
my eyes start to tear
i'm holding my breath
and drowning in fear
i'm leaving behind the world i call home
no longer will my monsters roam
' run little girl as fast as you can!
run little one from this horrid land! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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