I've always been homeless.
Poor.
Alone in this world,
Curled up in a ball at the side of the streets begging for money or food for the purpose of survival.
Sometime I start thinking in the cold nights that I fight through,
Why am I still alive?
Why am I still here?
It's like anyone's going to miss me,
I have no one,
No family,
No friends,
No life,
So why living?
I was thinking about ending my life.
Actually planning, I had my mind made.
Well, until that night...
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Coming on Christmas eve