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Hungry. but all I have is cigarettes, so I smoke. Exhausted from all this walking. I sit down, hand out. Do you have any spare change? "No, sorry." Everyone answers the same. Strive (but for what?) (you're no body) Just a homeless man A pillow would be nice. But I would have no where to keep it? My life is like a secret. Another cigarette. (only 2 left) (need to make them last) Stomach is knotted (better find food) I know the town, there is a store close by. "Hello sir, how are you?" Fine, thanks. I walk around the store. The smell of food, cancels the hunger. But just in case, I stole a candy bar. I sit down to eat, and smoke another cigarette. Put my hand out. (the people here are generous) I got twenty dollars here once. Bought three packs of cigarettes, and a lighter. A five dollar bill, falls into frame. I look around, no one near. It must be a sign. Somebody is telling me to wake up, inside. There's that candy bar. Oh so good. Finish it off with a cigarette. Then I will buy another pack.
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Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 10:18 PM UTC
Homeless Hunger
Hungry. but all I have is cigarettes, so I smoke. Exhausted from all this walking. I sit down, hand out. Do you have any spare change? "No, sorry." Everyone answers the same. Strive (but for what?) (you're no body) Just a homeless man A pillow would be nice. But I would have no where to keep it? My life is like a secret. Another cigarette. (only 2 left) (need to make them last) Stomach is knotted (better find food) I know the town, there is a store close by. "Hello sir, how are you?" Fine, thanks. I walk around the store. The smell of food, cancels the hunger. But just in case, I stole a candy bar. I sit down to eat, and smoke another cigarette. Put my hand out. (the people here are generous) I got twenty dollars here once. Bought three packs of cigarettes, and a lighter. A five dollar bill, falls into frame. I look around, no one near. It must be a sign. Somebody is telling me to wake up, inside. There's that candy bar. Oh so good. Finish it off with a cigarette. Then I will buy another pack.
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chris-ellison
American
Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 10:18 PM UTC
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