Far Away

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        I tried to make myself happy again. I was thinking of my warm home that was surprisingly safer than the street.  I missed the warmth, cozy ness and family. I was so obsessed with this I stopped taking care of myself again. I was loosing all the hope I had hoped to regain by leaving. I can remember this cycle continued for weeks.
I began trying to find my home so I could go back. I knew I would probably get beaten by my siblings. At this point all I wanted was happiness and safety. I wondered for 4 hours before I realized that the police would probably find me before I could get home, and my family would probably think I was just going to stay on the streets. So I ended up staying in the bushes while I slept. After doing this for 2 days I had finally made it home.

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