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I dont know


What would I take with me?…

Quite the question

What I would take would convict me as a person.

I don’t know what I need.

But I have a basic idea of what I want

But like a kid in a toy store sometimes I don’t know what I want till I realize I don’t have it.

I was raised in the church, might take a bible, its good set of rules to live by.

But all alone what good will they do me?

I like to read.

Maybe take a story or two

But it wounding be enough

Like a shredder my eyes tear through pages .

Perhaps I'll bring a note book.

To chronicle the god like machinations i'll surely have.

Who’ll read them?

Even scarier though.

Who will care?

What thing would I bring to a deserted island?

Things can’t complete me.

What person then?

I can live without people

Thats why I’m going on this trip in the first place.

Now I read the prompt.

What can’t I live without?

I don’t know…

Maybe one day Ill find out.

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