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Henry


Hey I can see you on the ground for I am not blind. You beg for ninety five cents for food to find. Everyone walks past you like your a disease. But really all you ever say is please. You've never been mad when someone said no. And you've always smiled when your called a dirty hobo. How do you never let things get to you? When everyday on Facebook I'm hurt by things untrue. Henry, do you even realize your a homeless man? When all you can do is beg with a can? Do you realize how bad your life is? Do you know most people wouldn't be able to stand a day like this? Henry, how can you smile so much? Have you and god been in touch? Henry, I know what you've been through. While everyone judges you without a clue. All I had to do was ask. And you told me your life and removed your mask. I'm glad that I could see through into your heart. And if you cant leave the pavement at least your street smart.
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