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Slum Suvivor

in my tepory shelter out in the cold no one knows what each knight will unfoled, you get so hungry you can allmost hear your stomache cry when its below zero your to scared to sleep incase you die, you colud maybe find some dry newspappers to put inside your clothes to try to keep you warm but even then you still might not make it through until dawn when you need help the most your not sure if enyone will come its not life living in a slum. by james chtistian please surport the homelss and those living in slum's or tempare shelters. this year and next i did it for 1 night it was hard enough but a life time in a slum ' is tough.

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Date: 8/26/2009 6:07:00 PM
Please note dialect..though I don't think this IS a dialect...it's simply an EXCELLENT example of what an uneducated person would write like phonetically...I guess I would put...dialect urban American undereducated??? Light & MUCH Love and the plight is horrid and I wish I could help.
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Date: 3/22/2009 10:43:00 AM
James, the plight of the homeless tears my heart. You have described their struggles very well. Bless you, Carolyn
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