As I Lay Dying
Alex, Age 12, Phoenix, AZ
                      Ill run to Alaska, Ohio, or Detroit.
I will not stop,
until I make my point.
You trick me, you tease me, you hurt me
for joy.
I am here as your punching bag,
I hope you enjoy.
Chase me in circles,
for miles, for days.
I wont let you torture me
in your own sick ways.
I am tired of crying,
the bruises, the pain.
So I shall lay dying,
as you still remain.
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