It's been a long time since he's been to this place. Every time he comes back, he's reminded of why he left in the first place all those years ago. It wasn't running away - not so cliché as that - but rather, leaving unexpectedly. His mother and stepfather were furious at the time, but they never understood why he left. They didn't understand that it was their fault, that they'd driven him out. He was eighteen at the time, just out of school, going into university to study English, become a teacher. He could have done it, too, if he'd only stayed at home. But he didn't. And that only made him more bitter as the weeks went by without the comfort of home.
more writing, rated m as usual. I'm on some kind of late-night roll here, man, can't help it. I feel like I'm spamming, but...oh well.
m, guys. there's some weird implied shit here.
...yup, this is a weird one. seriously. you probably shouldn't read this.
you've been warned.
...really. if you're on 'BUT THINK OF THE CHILDREN!' island, stay out.
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hey! kid! you wanna earn a dime?
stroll up to that chick an' put her face outta line
she won't bite nor bark, she's thin as a bird
an' her voice is too weak to be heard
you like games, boy? I'll show you
the games I played when I was young
it's a little bit gritty, and painful, too
shut your eyes and bite down on your tongue
three weeks since I last saw your face
did she say she'd go far this time?
a wild night out can twist your mind outta place
you'd be better off with me inside
hey, boy, you're getting older
and the nights are growing colder
promise you won't tell them what I did?
I'd hate to have to hurt you, kid
A bit of writing I had to get out of my head despite it making me stay up way later than I should've.
Any grammatical errors and typos can be blamed on the time and my rushing a bit.
Open for anyone to join~ 
