It's hard to cope now.
Alone here,
three hours from home.
It's not like I can't do it,
it's just a scary thought.
If I fail I'm back to my old town,
my old house . . .
The one place I have been running from since day one.
Papers fly, and I feel sick.
No one told me it would be this hard.
But then again I never heard someone say it would be easy.
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I like the way you make it mysterious enough that you have to get away, but you never explicitly say what or who or where you are running from... it's just kind of running from an image..very nice
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very nice. love the descriptions. love the way that you talk about the hometown as something evil and forbid... well not quite but kinda.... i dont know how to explain it quite... best of luck.
~Al -
I know what you mean, though I'm in the steps before leaving for College, and I feel that if I fail at being perfect in grades and being in clubs.. That I won't make it through to College, and that I'll have failed my whole life's purpose..
The horrors of coming from a house that wants you to be perfect.
-Danneh
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