Caminhos Errados

Caminhos Errados

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E naquela noite eu fui expulso de casa, sem direito a levar nada que me pertencesse, nada, meu pai me pôs pra fora só com a roupa do corpo. O cara que estava comigo nem se dignou a me convidar pra casa dele... mas, pensando bem, não era uma obrigação dele, não é mesmo? Se meus progenitores não me queriam por perto, porque um cara que eu só vi uma vez iria querer? E assim, eu fiquei sozinho na rua, a noite toda, sem rumo, sem direção, sem ter onde dormir, exposto ao riscos da rua, ainda bem que não tem tempo de chuva, mas, tudo bem, dizem que todas as experiências que vivenciamos servem para nos tornarem pessoas mais preparadas pro mundo, se isso é verdade, não sei, mas que a minha vida de agora em diante não vai ser fácil, eu tenho certeza!
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