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I am homeless I can see No place to go or feeling free On the street Under the bridge Next to fire Starving I cringe Smell of stench of tired souls Stomach turns Feeling cold Torn up clothes with withered hearts Bend don't break Not torn apart Condemned, no fortune take it all in Trash can heat Seeing no end
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Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 1:52 PM UTC
Trash Can Heat
I am homeless I can see No place to go or feeling free On the street Under the bridge Next to fire Starving I cringe Smell of stench of tired souls Stomach turns Feeling cold Torn up clothes with withered hearts Bend don't break Not torn apart Condemned, no fortune take it all in Trash can heat Seeing no end
To many homeless in the world and we just walk by them like they don't exist
#sad#help#homeless#care#assistance#veterans
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Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 1:52 PM UTC
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