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I approached the familiar chair, And sat, breathing out the stress of the day. Looking around, familiar faces with almost-remembered names Flashing back and forth on the TV. In my hand is just water, But it feels like a tell. I sit, all my possessions within reach. Everything that makes me what I thought was Unique Fearless Strong Is hidden behind my leg. Embarrassment and shame engulfs me again. Another hotel lobby, because no bed welcomes me. A bag filled with donated miscellaneous mystery meat Cans I bow down for, gratitude for something For something someone found. From Easter, or Christmas, 15-20-30 years past. No good for people, To the homeless it's passed. The chair is familiar. It is the chair I sat in when I realised - Pity is not low enough, Disgust is not deep enough. You know how you feel when you see them. Sat outside because no one welcomes us in.
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Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 1:11 AM UTC
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I approached the familiar chair, And sat, breathing out the stress of the day. Looking around, familiar faces with almost-remembered names Flashing back and forth on the TV. In my hand is just water, But it feels like a tell. I sit, all my possessions within reach. Everything that makes me what I thought was Unique Fearless Strong Is hidden behind my leg. Embarrassment and shame engulfs me again. Another hotel lobby, because no bed welcomes me. A bag filled with donated miscellaneous mystery meat Cans I bow down for, gratitude for something For something someone found. From Easter, or Christmas, 15-20-30 years past. No good for people, To the homeless it's passed. The chair is familiar. It is the chair I sat in when I realised - Pity is not low enough, Disgust is not deep enough. You know how you feel when you see them. Sat outside because no one welcomes us in.
I have recently been made homeless, and my local council are putting me and my partner in hotels as temporary accomodation until we find somewhere. Unfortunately I am disabled which makes the whole situation worse as he has to care for me too. We have to rely on food donation. This was me trying to put it into words.
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Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 1:11 AM UTC
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