The candle burns,
A flickering light,
It's soft, warm glow,
Lighting up the night.
By candlelight,
I write a note,
My tears stain the paper,
Smudge the words I wrote.
It was all too much,
My dad was gone,
My mum was drinking,
My brother had run.
He left me here,
To face mum on my own,
Her screaming, her hits,
I felt so alone.
But now, I've had it,
I've got to run away,
I need to escape,
I'll find my own way.
So, I pick up my bag.
I blow out the light,
I open the door,
And run into the night.
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Slow down, you go too fast. You've got to make the moment last. I live in Scotland and I love books, writing, noodles, swimming and music. I've just turned 12 and I've suddenly realised that I've only got about 6 more years left at home. Time flies. So treasure each moment - don't let any opportunities pass you by. #projecthumanity
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@Petitpois22 And thank you for reposting this and so many of my other opusses!!!! ππππβΊβΊβΊβΊπππππππππ
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