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feral

Feral. He's a dirty little kid small and wiry, hair all matted and dull. Covered in scabs, no shoes on his feet. Poor little chap. Looks like he has just crawled from under a hedge. Gone feral, that's what's happened to him. Left to his own devices a scavenger he's become. Feeding off other peoples rubbish. His clothes are just rags, he needs a good bath, and a hot meal. He's a feral child, gone wild, untamed, no one to take care of him. Antony Slausen. 07/08/2018.

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Date: 8/7/2018 2:48:00 PM
So many kids end up like that especially in war zones', powerful verse Jane.
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Date: 8/7/2018 1:15:00 PM
I can relate to this in so many ways; I sometimes look like this, but have no idea what it feels like. I see this too, and it is the truth in a world that tries not to see.
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