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Drop in Center

Drop Drop into the deep end,

new faces daily right up to the weekend,

the realization of your current situation yet to set in.

 

some are looking for retribution,

others caught in eternal confusion,

thinking they see the end of the path but it's just a delusion,

hardly any one making moves,

many of them are just goons,

blue baboons.

 

there's only a righteous few,

making daily moves,

which they can prove,

as they get out the shelters,

into a new home quite soon.

 

so look towards the new moon,

get into the groove,

for you have yet to bloom,

don't let the place consume you.

 

 

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Written by
Try
26 / M / Astral Plain
Published
Dec 8, 2018
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19·108
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some personal experience of what you get when living in a shelter, i may not have been in a position to go and live in one for a year, tho to understand the real struggles people go through on a daily basis it was a much needed experience.

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#homeless#shelters#drugs#abuse#criminals#financialstruggle#struggle#hardships#lifeexperience#experience
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