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HOMELESS IS MY LIFE.


Homelessness is my name. I am the oppressor of many lives. I come and take that comfort and shelter your white picket fence. I cause lit children to live in tents. The back of a train all night to sleep. constantly afraid of predators that creep. I cause the shelters to be full all the time. I cause the food bank a constant line. Nothing I wont do do cause a Family to live in the streets. I will give you diverting to lessen your comfort and heat. I want you in the streets, living in your car nothing in life. I am The New Way of life.
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