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It's 4am and I'm curled outside a train station, waiting for the sun to rise. The city of Dublin can liven up your live, but the bitter cold is not something to smile about. Is home life really this bad that I would want to starve myself, walk on cobbled streets all day until my feet are in agony with a feeling of terror. Sitting on a park bench, I realized God was all I had. Experiences like this make you realize what it is to have absolutely nothing and when one is tempted by a lifestyle of greed and materialism.
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Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 3:39 PM UTC
The Choice
It's 4am and I'm curled outside a train station, waiting for the sun to rise. The city of Dublin can liven up your live, but the bitter cold is not something to smile about. Is home life really this bad that I would want to starve myself, walk on cobbled streets all day until my feet are in agony with a feeling of terror. Sitting on a park bench, I realized God was all I had. Experiences like this make you realize what it is to have absolutely nothing and when one is tempted by a lifestyle of greed and materialism.
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Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 3:39 PM UTC
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