I was a 15 year old teenager that was kicked out by my care takers. I went to Cannada. Only state that I can tolerate I guess. It was about the last week of November. I had all my clothes with me and my phone, clothes on myself with a sweater that was my dad's. A ripped sweater. I was there until about the second week of December. There was nothing but coldness. I was tired, cold, hungry, and thirsty. I was smelly, I felt disgusted by how I was. It was hard just being there rocking back and forth barley getting any sleep. Having migraines that won't go away. But it has gotten tolerable. I sit right next to a coffee shop in town. Just to keep warm if possible.
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Multiple Crushes/ A Cold Winter (Hypemyke)
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