Scratchy Floors and Empty Letters

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Less than two weeks and Im unsure I can bare much more.

I wait for letters that don't come from people who stopped caring.

To do things I don't want to for the right to do what I love.

There was a place once before that was hard to live in too.

But people would look at you and say hi or hello,

instead of walking right by you, leaving you out, feeling cold.

You can't get comfortable being in a place such as this,

imagine all those whove never even had a home.

Children never feeling safe, not anywhere, with anyone, even alone.

My scratchy floors don't seem so bad and waiting for letters from home.

I remember that place it seems like so long long ago,

but its been only two weeks.

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