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Never have I thought it was easy, but I have fought my evil demons  Throughout leaving home at a 18, biggest regret, but enjoying the challenges Obstacles have battled me on my dark days, I came out shining
He has dirty clothing and smells Yet he sits on the corner and waves There's no sign or cup Though looks emaciated and untidy But he doesn't beg for help I tried to give him a twenty
Living in a world where you are alone never to know if you are going home. Life without a table to sit never to know what to do without it hunger is real you have to eat out a trashcan or two.
Death is opportunity Life is the challenge.   Opportunity to relapse Challenge to stay above.   Opportunity to give up Challenge to remain on track.   I am a survivor.
Learning things on my own because I have no home barely making it through the day have to leave because I do not like to stay   look at my reflection in the murky water
They weren't born this way. They had a life just like you You can end up right were they are Homeless, looking for a job, and a car
I wasn't born to write, It isn't my passion, It isn't my calling.  I write because I need to live. I write because of my fear. I heave through my lungs, Fighting a word on the page.
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