run rabbit runA Poem by Heather Hassell
no longer was
she content walking among the dead however there were none of the living kind to be found she didn't understand their boring jobs and boring spouses and boring kids and boring houses and boring sex and boring traditions she didn't inherit anything from the past she didn't owe anything to anyone and she didn't care to pretend that she cared one might call it hedonistic but there's no wrong in walking away from anything or anyone in favor of walking towards something better and this girl ran as fast as she could and found herself a way to breathe life into her existence © 2013 Heather HassellReviews
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StatsAuthorHeather HassellAboutMy name is Heather Hassell, nineteen years old and I live in Baltimore, Maryland. I write because I'm still trying to find my own voice. more..Writing
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