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05.02.2007

All the way to 10th grade,

I was always afraid.

That someone might come,

And see my home.

 

I had many days that was cruel,

From my birth and through high school.

After that I was free,

But not from memories tearing me.

 

But I have learned, and now I know.

Peace must be earned, and time must go.

Push people away, and then you stay strong.

Don't waste everyday, love don't last long.

 My mother had bad luck with her men,

 but now I know something I did'nt then.

 She did'nt wanted to be alone,

 now the great thing is: I'll never have to need someone.

 

 Oh, but there was good days,

 I was happy in many many ways.

 I did had friends, and I was pretty smart.

 But I also had a broken heart.

 It was'nt easy, growing up with a lot working dad.

 A mom who sometimes made me feel so sad.

 

But I have learned, and now I know.

Peace must be earned, and time must go.

Push people away, and then you stay strong.

Don't waste everyday, love don't last long.

 

 Sometimes when the fight was really bad,

 and mom and her boyfriend was very mad.

 I used to pray,

 that I would die today.

 Or fly away like a bird.

 Out of this messed up world.

 

 

 I didi'nt always answered the phone,

 I did'nt want people to catch up the sound.

 Of people fighting in the backround.

 Once mom's boyfriend wanted to kill my dog, that what he sad.

 So I took his gun, and hidden it in my caravan bed.

 Me and mom had to run with the bus.

 Many plastic bags, and people stearing at us.

 But when we come home it was past.

 It was quiet for a while, but it did never last.

 

But I have learned, and now I know.

Peace must be earned, and time must go.

Push people away, and then you stay strong.

Don't waste everyday, love don't last long

 

 Many times I hear mom cry,

 I think she cry extra loud, so I shall understand she has a crappy day.

 Many times dad don't answer the phone,

 he don't want me to come home,

 and spoil the party time.

 They all lie that they will change, but it all stays the same.

 

 Now I'm out, but not all by meself yet.

 There are things I must forgive and forget.

 And then I'll go on.

 Keep staying strong, never ever need someone!

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