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[sid] => 143760
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Fourteen years worth
[time] => 2008-07-08 06:45:48
[hometext] => one memory of the street some images are strong but thats reality folks
[bodytext] => the weather is cold much to cold to be outside laying in a box i found keeping the cold at bay its mid winter stuck in a big city a concrete jungle in a flash of white no home no friends at the age of fifteen all was to much living in fright i made my way cold again hungry off to steal a meal or panhandle for food age my blessing i looked ten easy to make my way threw this crude sitting on the street ice blue eyes blond hair looking so innocent with years on my belt money would flow about three meals a day some weed and mabey a hotel if i found someone to rent it to me night was different with a peddler at every corner a dirty old man in every isle hunters of the night would come looking they new i was out easy meat for the worm a smack a flash of pain and another dead child thrown in a ditch i new the game i was not new in this world but my predator skills were better and with visions of pain i avoided them at all checks kept my wits at arms length it didn't show but this minx had fangs i kept low from corner to corner trust no one even the blue have problems with you stick to alleys i know where the tenets were kind a small meal from a old timer and a story to kill the time nails always claws i got older in this world i still walked small but my heart was sick of the gold tired of what society deemed right i slept in the day and walked at night gathered in abondened homes what they call a soup house the looks from the staff so much creepiness that they show fiends and the sick they are the help for the poor governments do not care where they send you as long as your out of there door this is one story i have 14 years worth to much in my mind to much that hurts why are we masking the problem that is no way to hide it show that we care and that there is someone behind them the streets are no life but like me i had no choice many like me are still hiding all with hoarse voice show a helping hand mabey you will find a lost soul like me lost and alone but a spirit so flying free strong and full of love they might even change your heart or even a cup of coffee whats a couple quarters at least play some part find love in the field not on the screen help someone out make someones dream [comments] => 0 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 14 [informant] => lostrelic [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DreamsandWishes )
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