<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=564428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Moving Out</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the grocery store my mom and me<br>I tell her when Im seventeen Im free<br>She tells me its a mistake<br>And her heart breaks<br>I let her know I love her and its not her fault<br>She starts to walk away and I beg her to halt<br>You would do the same mom you know its true<br>I gave you your name what is there to prove? <br>Mom I cant deal with this like you can<br>Well you know Ill be there, Im your biggest fan<br>Thanks mom I love you, hope you understand</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I look down at my little sister<br>I tell her I love her and ill miss her<br>Her tears fall as they become thicker<br>My heart melts and I feel sicker<br>You know ill visit babe, I wont leave forever<br>She says ill miss you alot, but its whatever<br>Her tears keep coming, so we hug and I start humming</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now im sitting in class<br>Thinking about my future affected by my past<br>I cant believe all the things that didnt last<br>My freedom is approaching fast<br>Im scared theres too much contrast<br>Living on my own seems too real<br>But does not change the way I feel<br>I know I can take this freedom and make it<br>Because my determination remains fit<br>The fire in my hopeful heart is lit<br>The past is simply what happened<br>My future is not yet at end<br>The future is my friend</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Breanna+Verkon">Breanna Verkon</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=564428" data-title="Moving Out de Breanna Verkon" data-description="At the grocery store my mom and me I tell her when Im seventeen Im free She tells me its a mistake And her heart breaks I let her know I love her and its not her fault She starts to walk away and I beg her to halt You would do the same mom you kno..."></div> </div> </div>

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