Running With Out Geting Any Were - Poem by Brooke Schmidt
bout to cry.
but no tears show up.
no way to figger out weather it was
worth being here or not.
i want to go but i can't.
stuck inside a hole.
with out a way out.
no time to say good bye.
I'm gone forever.
can't find the right words to say.
all gone without a sound.
one of my favorite poem that i have written.
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