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A little boy walks calmly through a fence
And gets on a bus that seems heaven sent.
Running from everything that hurts too deeply,
He leaves the gate open to a house that is sleeping.
His parents wake up, and their son never rises,
So they walk through the house, groggily finding
A still made bed that their son didn't sleep in
And a note on the pillow. His mother starts screaming.
"Dear mom and dad, I hate you for fighting.
I would have disappeared without ever writing,
But you'd call the cops and I would've been taken
To a center, and I would've been broken.
A year ago, I would have prayed instead
And asked got to make you both happy, but hell,
You've ruined my childhood, I've been scared for too long,
But thank you because your weakness has made me strong.
I'm going to somewhere to find other parents
Who don't fight so much. It's always apparent
That you hate each other and take it out on me
With daddy's belt and when mommy screams.
So I'm finding a place where I can be happy,
Where lions and lambs play and I can be free
Of your stupid rules, and I hate you so much.
Get divorced. Kill yourselves. Good luck."
"Love, Johnny"
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