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I don´t have any person close to me, a person I can turn to when things get tough & I have no place left to             call home, no             roof´s left that could be above my head. not even the door of a friend would be willing to open for me to enter                                                                                                             q.d.
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Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 1:31 PM UTC
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I don´t have any person close to me, a person I can turn to when things get tough & I have no place left to             call home, no             roof´s left that could be above my head. not even the door of a friend would be willing to open for me to enter                                                                                                             q.d.
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Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 1:31 PM UTC
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