Gonna leave this city behind

And make a new life. 

Hooded with mystery 

Shrouded in simplicity 

A life lacking in excess 

Revolved around experience

And less with collection of things

Inhale all the good shit,

Exhale all the bullshit.

It's time to start living,

It's time to be firee.

This poem is about: 
My community


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