42nd and 3rd Street
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Ongoing59m
Last published Sun, May 11, 2014
I don't remember much about my life. All I can seem to remember are these city streets, and these streets are my only home. All my life I've been on my own under my little bench. Well I can't really say I've been alone. I have Song, my little bird. She's been with me since the beginning, we've been through everything together. But I'm struggling to keep her protected, keep her safe. These streets that I once called home are turning on me and I'm running out of options. I need to get out of here before my I lose my mind. I'm just afraid it's too late. Cover by DjBunny
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