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Sep 2020
Trash heap
Fast asleep
Walk right past
Make it fast
Cross the street
Eyes on feet
Don't dare see
What could be me
I witnessed this occur a little while ago and it stayed with me. I could have easily been that person if not for help from family. Everyone who's ever succeeded at anything, had at least a little help. Some people don't have that support. Should they be forced to live in tents of trash for being born unlucky? Surely, we can do better.
Zoe Mae
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Zoe Mae  40/F/Massachusetts
(40/F/Massachusetts)   
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