escape

I packed a bag once.

In it was my life:

A small laptop,

A journal,

Some pens and a pencil,

A knife,

A lighter,

Some weed, the essentials,

Some Dr. Pepper,

My phone,

And every charger I’d need,

My wallet,

Some snacks,

My favorite books and my keys,

I walked out the door,

Unsure where I was going.

I was just a lost boy,

I had no way of knowing.

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