VANN

September 7th 2014

The tent bent in some woods.
12 dollars in one hand and a rope in another.
What do you do when there ain’t no good?
Where do you go?
I’m lost in these woods
Tryna find a way up
Can’t leAve through the side
They have no idea why
Can’t leave too soon .
Mamma will cry
I just want out
Where will I reside?
Where will I cry?
Where will I die?
— Cam Ie

 

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