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I started walking, just where my legs were taking me. After nearly shedding a thousand of tears, facing a million thoughts, bearing stabbing pain meds n heart and walking for around 5 hours I reached an old broken house. Under its roof I spent two nights without food and water.

On the third day I tried to search for food. Eating some thrown away food i just looked for any job. I finally got a maids job in two households and a designers studio.

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8 months later.
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I work as a receptionist at that studio now. I had been saving money. I still live in that dump. I'm still alone. But at least i know that I need to have a life I deserve so here I am trying my best. I try drawing a few designs and sell them for now.

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