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The sound of fresh crispy autumn leaves crunching beneath my naked feet, with every step I take. the feeling of cold gust of wind kissing my tear stained cheeks, reminding me of the warm fire place at home. Well, what I used to call home.

Every person should have a home.

Place of comfort in a time of need. Place full of memories. The place of laughter, joy, sadness and remembrance.

I once had a home, like any normal person. Until many things changed and those many thing led me to the streets. Poverty. Isolation.

All I had for a reminder of all the tragedies that took place was my blanket. The same blanket that covered me when I had nightmares and I use to run to my parents for safety. The same blanket that I still have that protects me from those sinister nightmares.

I was homeless.

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Authors note:

What do think of my new story??

This is the first time I have made a proper story. Hope you guys like it!!

If you want to read my other story it is called 'the bad boy likes my xaar not me'. Made it as a joke, but ANYWAYS

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