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Pain in the soul

Run, Run

Run run out the door

Run run till I can’t no more

Run run far away

Run run to ignore this day

Run run from the pain

Run run like a runaway train

Run run to the dark alley

Run run to Death’s Valley

Run run to the overdose

Run run till I’m comatose

Run run to Hell’s gate

Run run cause I can’t wait

Run run out the door

Run run till I can’t no more

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Hello again.  I wrote this poem about a friend who moved to Baltimore with her alcoholic father.  She killed herself within three days of the move with an overdose of perscription meds.  this was two years ago, and I miss her so much.  Hope you like it.

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last updated 22 July 2013 - 9:54pm
©24 May 2013 - 7:07pm — DarkLight
24 May 2013 - 7:28pm — iwonderwho
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You're right, I do like it.

You do a good job of putting your feelings into these words. :)

24 May 2013 - 7:48pm — DarkLight
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thanks

Thank you