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a women how was homeless

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my name is jowoel I'm been soon the street. for a couple year now I now prayer work I now what my pastor always teach me ever give. up on your own dream because you can't just. take bullying you. Speak up if it post to be your. friend I'm 28 year old. and a lot of people bullyied me cause at 16 to the age of 20 I been raped cause they always say you need a pep and you learn when you on. the street you get your feeling hurt you may end up killing your self I now god is going to. bless me any many why I believe that I. going get my. own. house and car and job in. his own time I aways I can. give my self to jeus and. no one else I get help from my pastor she. let. me stay. I thank you jeus for helping me off the street I love you million of time and. so many teen. have a battle field of the mind I going to tell you a little story about it the power of the positive life isn't easy but it is simple. positive mind produce positive live negative minds produce negative l
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For seventeen years, I was trapped in a boring life, the people I made contact with everyday are my parent, Julia and no one else, my aunt drops by occasionally. I want more than that boring life, I want to stop being home school, I want to know how life is by not living under the watchful eyes of my parent and I got it when I spent my last year in high school at Blake high school. It was crazy, I experienced a lot, I met the mighty P-12, Every happy Linda, Annoying Amy, mysterious Isabella, Joel and his bully crew, playful Zion, boyish and troublesome Mitchello, cunny Irantiola, sweethearted Bee and my heartrob leandro. I learnt something which I still held with me till today, the people you least expected to hurt you will hurt you most, you can never tell someone can hurt you until the person hurt you. I am glad I left home, I made some mistakes and I learnt my lesson, never judge someone you just met because you can never tell their story, how life has dealt with them, what makes them what they are presently, I have a lot to talk about in my story.

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