A Life Changing Turn Of Events

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So here I am, sitting all alone...

Strangers look at me, like... like I'm a piece of dirt.

To be fair, I looked like it, My blonde hair was pulled into a long but messy pony tail, dirty blonde roots creeping their way into sight slowly, but surely.

My clothes were dirty and ragged. Luckily it was warm, otherwise I would have been frozen in my little shirt and shorts. I had nothing with me, no possessions, nothing for sentiment, nothing for memories, except a single picture of her in the pocket in the only thing I possessed; My brown and Aztec backpack, which was huddled in to my stomach holding all my essentials. It didn't look like much, but with it held there, it kinda made me feel safe, a feeling of protection, when nobody or nothing else was there to keep me away from harm, just a feeling of reassurance, whilst I was alone in this cruel, dirty and unexpecting world, It felt like it was the only thing I needed to keep me from giving up. My rock.

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