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Dec 2014
I have a roof over my head
clothes covering my body
food in the kitchen cabinets
So, why does it feel like I'm dying everyday? ©
It's not about what you give me. It's how you treat me. Hopefully, one day you will understand that.
Hailey Hernandez
Written by
Hailey Hernandez  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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