The start of my journey

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The start of my journey was when I was 18 during that time I was sick and tired of having everything at my grasp thus, I left, I ran away from home to crate my own name for myself and to accomplish everything I have ever wanted in life. However one of those things I would accomplish was not something I wanted instead it was a gift. The day before I left I packed food, water, and other valuable items into a  small white sack. Then in the middle of the night I patrolled the yard while knocking out guards using a cloth filled with chloroform. Surprisingly enough the guards did not put up a fight so when every guard was down I took my chance and flew out of the wide metal gate and into the dark wilderness.

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