Stupid Child
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Last published Tue, Aug 17, 2021
Alone in the world, A worthless being, A waste of space, a stupid Child they said. Never good enough, you struggle with ups and downs in life, but their is always is a way out. (Your point of view).
You grew up in New York City, just wondering the streets at 10, you let go of your mother's hand for a split second, but that was the last time you felt her hand hold yours, a feeling of security. People would stare, but never help you. Foster home after foster home, no one wanted you. Now at 16, Life wasn't easy, But one day something will change your life for better or worse.
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