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he was born in the city he had no home he no place to turn to he was on his own he had no mamma he had no father he had no friends nobody to call on what was I to do Can you picture this sad true story a young child of 13 one without hope no home sweet home no happy memories with only God to wish to living on the streets struggling to eat struggling to sleep trying to be a man but still a trembling child inside and all alone
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May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 5:00 AM UTC
no place no home
he was born in the city he had no home he no place to turn to he was on his own he had no mamma he had no father he had no friends nobody to call on what was I to do Can you picture this sad true story a young child of 13 one without hope no home sweet home no happy memories with only God to wish to living on the streets struggling to eat struggling to sleep trying to be a man but still a trembling child inside and all alone
I found this child name Derrick in the streets of my hometown. It was so sad no one would reach out to him, but I did, it hurt me so bad the way people treat this child. I manage to feed him and get him to a children's shelter. I hug him and said i will help and that I loved him and all he could do is cry and have a small sign of hope. Society is ******** to let this happen.
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May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 5:00 AM UTC
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