She was a Runaway
She didn't know where she was going, but that was okay.
She only knew she'd make it out some how, someday.
She'd leave it all, she'd let it go..
For a world that she may never know.
Maybe she was dreaming, or maybe it was clear.
Maybe the world just wasn't ready for a girl with no fears.
Away she was running from the judgment of home.
If none else would make it, She'd run alone.
~Jeree De'Jure Mitchell
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