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I hate getting these strange looks because I happen to sleep in a cardboard box. Why would busy New Yorkers have time to stare at me? People just can't mind their own business. Yeah, I'm filthy looking, so what? I must live with it, I happened to be living life like this. So what if I wear the same clothes everyday for years on the streets. You don't know my life. All you see is someone's physical appearance but you don't know anything. You don't know the reason they dress like that. It's like I would ask 'Why are you dressed like that?' We were all raised to not stare at people, but what do you do? You're giving me a grossed out look. You judge me because I sit on the sidewalks asking for spare change, but every single one of you ignores me. Talk about random acts of kindness! You will never know what it feels like to starve, shower, and get sick for days. All of you people are able to stay indoors and enjoy drinking some warm coffee or hot chocolate on the cold days, but not me. When will the time come that I get to live like all of you? In a cozy warm place? I don't know the answer, but I do hope it comes soon.
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My Creative Writing Short Stories!
Cerita Pendek10/27/15: This is just a collection of my works that I created in my Creative Writing class. It includes: -Short Stories -Plays/Drama -Poems -Monologues -Daily weekly Journal entries from what we were assigned to write about. -Children's book (whi...
