This Is Not An Illusion
A fifteen year old boy
Wakes up in a warm
Bed
After a night of hanging out with
Friends
thinking
“damn,”
“ I have school today”
A five minute drive away
A boy no older than
Fourteen
Awakes in a card board box
Smiling, thinking,
“I'm still alive.”
This is not an illusion.
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