these are the streets of chicago kid

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I was 14 years old when I first experienced comfort, it was strange for me to understand as I have been a product of neglect most of my life, I lived with my abusive uncle most of my life and honestly I would've been better off homeless earlier in my life if it ment not taking all of his bullshit, most my days I spent avoiding my house and my uncle and honestly walking around in the cold was better then sleeping under the same roof as him. One night was a night I know I won't forget for as long as I live, I was walking to the shelter I usually stayed at one night when I got snatched off the street and raped, I'm no longer afraid to say that word now, it's something I never thought would happen to me in a million years but yet it happened to me anyways. This is my story about how I was at the lowest point but then brought to my highest point by a singular person who found me by a fluke. And her name was Samantha Griffith.

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