Running away to neverland, witch i now find at the bottom of a bottle,
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a dark room and a boy left alone a fiary deing and the shadow is free agian,
afriad,
scared,
the boy without hope screams for help,
no one hears,
his room locked from outside and his window sealed,
the boy who never wanted to grow up loses his neverland and he give up,
abandond he sits,
not a sound,
growing old and alone,
he writes a poem on the wall in his own blood
" if i die tonight i wish it known, for all with love and dreams, the enty way to neverland is the
second star to the right, it may be great but when alone its a nightmare, to feel loved, to feel
wanted,
to know that u wanted to talk to me means the world, but it seems in this tragic room to show, u
locked me away, and now i die alone, murderd by my own heart"
... to feel like someone care,
or just wants to hear ur voice,
or even recieve a quick message saying imy,
or just hi,
would mean the wold but yet, we die alone.....
- the fat kid from 6th grade
WE ALL WANT TO HAVE FUN AND LIVE LIKE THEES NO TOMARROW BUT PEOPLE GROW OLD TO FAST AND STOP LIVEING TO SOON, TAKE TO MARNY PICTURES, SING TO MANY SONGS, LAUGH TO MUCH AND DO THE THINGS PEOPLE ONLY DREAM OF, U LIVE ONCE AND ULL NEVER RELIVE A MOMENT SO LIVE LIKE U THERES NO TOMARROW AND BE FREE, BE HAPPY, DONT LET LIFE SLOW U DOWN
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