My life fit into a a dingy, black, fraying duffle bad. I took what I needed, the meager savings underneath my bed hidden in a powdered doughnut bag (so my parents wouldn't find it and take it), my phone, and the pocket knife I got from Jason, my best friend who passed away last year. life was going to get better. I was going to drag myself out from this dark hell I was thrown into. I was going to walk among the stars in the sky one day.
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