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I had a dream about my father. It felt so real to me we talked it seemed hours then outta know where he gets up and walks out I followed him...I couldnt find him. he didnt even say good bye.

in hiding

I live in a small town....someone with the same name as me was stabbed and word on the street is he has for the people who know of me at least my name think I'm dead. for that I'm in hiding

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crying on the side line
laughing on the inside
waiting for the bus
on the way for another bust
all the things seem the same
somethings change and he's so afraid
but she wont let him know till its too late
the sky is bright but its not daylights
or a street light; just a fire
and its burring someones desire.