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Sitting among seven strangers sharing stories and shepards pie. I found myself talking to a man named Rick. Rick was homeless and out of work for eight years. No loving family. You see, he began talking to me Telling me his story. I listened, pondered. I did not ask many questions. He just talked and talked. I was somebody he could talk to. He is 50, he outlined a few of his struggles. He told me during Christmas time... He didn't want to make it to 51 Because he was lonely. Lonely. Lonely? Lonely. Billions of people on the planet.. And he's lonely. Lonely.
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Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC
A man named Rick
Sitting among seven strangers sharing stories and shepards pie. I found myself talking to a man named Rick. Rick was homeless and out of work for eight years. No loving family. You see, he began talking to me Telling me his story. I listened, pondered. I did not ask many questions. He just talked and talked. I was somebody he could talk to. He is 50, he outlined a few of his struggles. He told me during Christmas time... He didn't want to make it to 51 Because he was lonely. Lonely. Lonely? Lonely. Billions of people on the planet.. And he's lonely. Lonely.
Glad i talked to him
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Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC
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