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Homeless

I was born out of hopelessness. To a family, I am not possessed. Those loving faces were all a dream. I am dragged into loneliness, it seems. I guess it’s time for me to be stricken. I will not abide by the shocks that sicken! The pain that should make me forget… No cavalry is not coming I bet.

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