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When I was young I thought my home was great

When I was ten he hit me I swore it would never happen again

When I was 15 I left my perfect home with perfectly broken bones

When I was 18 I shut the door and never came back

When I was 20 I realized no one would care if I was hooked on smack

When I was 24 I found myself alone with no where to go when it got cold

When I was 25 I was huddled against an alley wall, after a while you get used to the smell

When I was 26 I was left in a morgue unclaimed, the cause of death my unzipped veins      

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