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Sep 2016
Time took away all the freedom I had earned the bag full of secrets was waiting for it's turn.


It felt like Time had stopped but every second had it's turn, with every second came a minute I try to be strong but it hurts.


The hours become days moving fast but slower than yesterday, my mind is numb filled with thoughts leaving a bitter taste on my Tongue.


I'm helpless with no help where's the help when you need help? People turn they faces no body answers your txts. Homeless on the street food banks calling me.


See it's a mistary to me how many people have deserted me. I can't cry my tears are dry from crying all the time.


I suppose I'm cut from a different cloth, poverty cuddles me tight leaving a smell that's about to rot.


"Trails and Tribulations now I'm two steps back silently moving like a shadow in the dark.


JidosReality 20.3.15
#JidosReality These were hard times that made me stronger.
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JidosReality  Portsmouth u.k
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