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Room 327

flesh and blood isn't everything

Having all of time and space

dream to nightmare

Hope



my "friend"

Ghost

Now and forever

a Getaway

Round 2

gone to young

Alone

risking it all

Driving on a highway

told im kid

the art that is frowned upon

Coming out to my parents

Always Grey never black and white

Stuck in Solitude

One option out of millions

Looking for you

The world so cruel

The mask

The way I am

Just because

The happy one

Pain but Glory

Day 4

back on the bus

Breaking the addication

You are Caffiene

A Single Man, Idol and Friend to Many RIP

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Lookin to the back of the bus
Seein 54 other teens and one teacher
The excitement and anxious teens
Wanting to get to Lake Trails
Pumped making the eight-hour bus ride fly by
Watching movies, sleeping, and whatever else
Suddenly, we are at border patrol
Only one hour bus ride left


Then forty-five-minute boat ride
getting drentched with high waters
admiring the beautiful view
sitting in motorized canoes
with people we have never met
the guide breaking the awarkward silence
eventually making to Small Oak Island
where we will spend our days before and after we go on trail






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