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“Where are we going, mama?” I ask.
“Away from him” is all you said.
I guess all the yelling left you short of words.
And the night swallow up all that was said.

Clack clack clack

The sounds of my shoes are all that dares to break threw the silence.
My red red shoes.
I look up to mama’s endless tears
Tears that turn her into a little girl just like me.

Clack clack clack

The shy stars and the dim streetlights shows us the way
Away from him.
They apologize and tell me that’s all the help
They could give. I realize that is really all we need right now.

Clack clack clack

Blood is red. That explains why one side of your face
Is red, mama.
My shoes are also red, see, I’m smart.
But this isn’t the right time to be just that.

Clack clack clack

Oh mama your tight grip is starting to hurt.
But Your hand and Mr.Kitty in my arms Is all I got.
And as we walk on, the sounds of my red red shoes are
Starting to sound like screams.

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i still have Mr.Kitty x)

i wanted to do this pic for a looong time now
something personal for once.
that was around 5 years old when me and my mom left my dad.

shout out to NATE!!! OMGHOLYAWKAHKWUAWA he came up with the AMAZINGGG TITLEE and he made me tear up SOBB

AND OFCOURSE to *SlowParentsCrossing for all teh child labour we did of thinking and thinking.

Description
“Where are we going, mama?” I ask.
“Away from him” is all you said.
I guess all the yelling left you short of words.
And the night swallow up all that was said.

Clack clack clack

The sounds of my shoes are all that dares to break threw the silence.
My red red shoes.
I look up to mama’s endless tears
Tears that turn her into a little girl just like me.

Clack clack clack

The shy stars and the dim streetlights shows us the way
Away from him.
They apologize and tell me that’s all the help
They could give. I realize that is really all we need right now.

Clack clack clack

Blood is red. That explains why one side of your face
Is red, mama.
My shoes are also red, see, I’m smart.
But this isn’t the right time to be just that.

Clack clack clack

Oh mama your tight grip is starting to hurt.
But Your hand and Mr.Kitty in my arms Is all I got.
And as we walk on, the sounds of my red red shoes are
Starting to sound like screams.

-----------------------------------------------

i still have Mr.Kitty x)

i wanted to do this pic for a looong time now
something personal for once.
that was around 5 years old when me and my mom left my dad.

shout out to NATE!!! OMGHOLYAWKAHKWUAWA he came up with the AMAZINGGG TITLEE and he made me tear up SOBB

AND OFCOURSE to *SlowParentsCrossing for all teh child labour we did of thinking and thinking.