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Jan 2018
I'm homeless and I still have a place to call home.
It's called shelter.
It's called briarpatch youth services.
It's called home.
I'm homeless and I still brush my teeth.
I'm grateful enough to have those amenities brought to me at briarpatch.
I'm grateful and cared about just enough to have shampoo, conditioner, and deodorant, along with body wash, toothbrush/toothpaste, and bra's.
I'm homeless and I'm part of the LGBT community.
Meaning I'm the majority of the minority.
I'm part of the 40 percent.
I'm homeless and I have mental health issues.
I'm the majority. (depression, anxiety, PTSD)
I'm going to be okay.
I don't know. Just random rambles brought to you by my head.
Written by
Dylan Mcconnell  18/FTM/Madison, WI
(18/FTM/Madison, WI)   
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     Cné and Krista DelleFemine
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