The fire was warmed me enough for this winter season. I embrace myself and let the wind heading me. November, winter cames earlier than I can predict, leave me alone in New York. I just use my brown cloak, baggy jeans and blue t-shirt that was given free on charity event at New York. It was help me, because I never afford to buy new clothes for myself. Yeah, living as homeless was bad, but this is my reality.
The growl from my stomach was never stop. As they were asking me for food. I got a little bread that I save for today. My only meal and I eat a bread slowly that I can as this is my last food. Stargazing the star is my only entertainment, even they are not clearly in New York's sky.
I kind hate myself, for my life. I am never count the time because I am strayed cat even for human, living as homeless. I never hope anything because everything good is never happen as fairytale.
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