Looking for a meal.

When we grew up there was not much to eat neither mine or my brothers dad paid child sapport and welfare only paid the rent. I got taken from my Mom at eight years old. I knew than the I was just a number related to profit.

At fifteen I took a grey hound to Montreal and kept walking east. I made it to Prince edward islands. To get back home I went to social assitance and being under eighteen they paid my ticket to my foster family.

In my twenties I lived homeless, I think I felt that I was an equal and friends with my fellow homeless. We would get breakfast smoke a couple smokes and wait for the drop in centres to open/ When thjey did open we found some drinking parnters.

I found housing and was able to keep it for about a month before police drove me to a mental health facility. The nurses and security guards pinned me down on a bed until the staps were rapped around my wrist and legs.

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