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| image courtesy of Scott Wyden |
For him there was no prom
He walked across the stage at graduation
There were a few claps
And a few more snickers
He packed his bag, hugged his mom
And left
He had no delusions
That he would be better loved
In the city
But at least there
He could find
Places to hide
and a belated Friday Flash 55
11 comments:
I like where you wen with this... Nice :)
think i may know him...and yes i imagine there is...
I am afraid my son may do this when he leaves this small town, idiots give him migraines too.
This reminds me of that old Bronski Beat song "Small Town Boy". In a small town, the way a person is seen by others is seemingly set in stone by the time they hit high school. Fortunately, there's a big world out there for those who don't fit in so neatly.
Aww out into the big wide world ~
~ I LOVED this ~ can be a scary place even for those of us seasoned 'travellers' of life ~ Lib @Libithina
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Great 55, and total capture of a turning point in a life in a few short phrases.
Been looking all my life for the perfect place to hide. Now I pretty much just hide behind my face.
And now I am sad.
Wow. Touched a nerve with me, this did. Superbly written,
I've tried to hide in cities before. It's a tempting path to take.
http://halfwaybetweenthegutter.wordpress.com/
Oh-so-relatable, excellent, perfect.
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