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You’re tired, and you’re on your own.
Stopping now won’t find you a home.
Roaming the streets, searching for a safe place to sleep,
Too scared of what strangers might think of you.
Scared it’s always going to be this way.
No one to turn to. No one to trust.
The ones you called friends, the distant family—
They betrayed you the most.

You put trust in others because you don’t trust yourself.
That’s how you got here.
You were used.

Go fall asleep on the campus lawn,
Even if you don’t know if it’s illegal.
You’ve never done it before.
You woke up surrounded by cops—
They didn’t understand the pain you feel,
The feeling of being lost.

You just want love. Comfort.
So far, no success.
Too prideful to ask to go home—
What would people think?

You’ve gone from place to place.
You’ve made it work this long.
How long is enough?
That’s your decision.

Suffering is no longer an option.
No one’s going to feel sorry for you.
They want you to help yourself.

No more crying yourself to sleep in temporary shelter,
Because it’s just that—temporary.
No more relying on others.
They’ll only hurt you.

No more mania.
No more depression.
No more being scared of yourself.
No more people being scared of you because of it.

Put your best skills forward.
People are your skill.
You’ve played the field—got shelter from temporary users.
Use that.
Put it toward your career.
Put it toward your love of perspective.

There’s no need to be scared.
You’re resilient.

You might fail.
But you still have where you’re from if this final push doesn’t work.
There are always more chances.

Just do it.

Please succeed.
You must succeed.
No more failing.
You’re better than that.
I’m all I have, you son of a gun.
There can be no more feeling hopelessness.

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