Homeless
Here I am, sitting on the same old bench. I have my holy blanket and the clothes I have on my back. I have nothing. I sit here everyday wishing I was someone else. I see people walk by looking happy with their lives. They have friends and family. I don't have either of them. I have no friends, no family, no nothing. Except this bench. Everyday I wish I could die. Lucky for me that day came today. The last thing I seen was my reflection. I couldn't even stand looking at that. So I lay back down and fall into a black, lifeless death.Homeless
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- Amber041792
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