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The Homeless Man


I knew a homeless man he was in deep pain, The only thing he had was his dignity

and cane

He cried so much every night, He knew his life was over and his future was not bright

his skin color didnt matter weather he was black or white he still got shoved when he asked for money and got in peoples sight.
He prayed to god for a change but god didnt answer him back. probably because his past

when he used to sell crack. He thought to himself im gonna jump off a bridge lifes really hard

when society wont give you  a second chance. He gets to the bridge and gets ready to jump

aat that second moment he sees somebody coming his way it was civilain begging for him to not

jump the homeless man knew he was feeling the same pain he was feeling because the impression on his face
he was crying he had to make a choice it was either to jump or lie and pretend he was in joy.

The homeless man stops and thinks for sec then jumps. Life aint worth it when people

dont care about you before, Then care after you are about to end it. Always care first and care after

because sometimes it will be too late.

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