Homeless

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Homeless.

No parents.

No family.

Heck, I don't even have a toothbrush.

I spend my days waiting.

Praying.

Hoping.

Wishing...

For a guardian angel to take me away.

Wouldn't life be so much easier,

Way up in the clouds?

No more hunger,

Filth,

Constant fear.

I miss my old life-

The life where I had...

Everything.

My parents.

Siblings.

A toothbrush.

I prayed, yes.

And hoped.

And wished.

But never for my life to end.

Never for a guardian angel to take me away.

For stupid,

Mindless

Things.

Like lip gloss.

Not after what happened.

Instead, I wish for a new box-

To sleep in at night.

To keep me safe from

The roaring wind.

Maybe some food-

So the constant hunger may lessen.

Sometimes I wish for a penny.

Just one.

To help me remember my old life.

But those pennies I get-

I do not keep.

They go through my hands,

Into my homeless friends' boxes...

Because I know they don't have

What I dream of having.

Parents, siblings, families.

Maybe a toothbrush to clean up

Their smile, that still lights up the

World...

Despite--

Their hopes.

Their wishes.

Their prayers.

For a life worth living.

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