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how is it that the people we call family can so easily turn on us
he's only 19 with no place to go
looking, searching, trying to find somewhere to go
its a cold world out there for a young black man but its even colder when all you have is yourself to rely on when everybody has turned against you
but what is he to do
he is only a year 1 in college struggling to pay his wat through school who was kicked out with nothing for some reason that i feel is little to nothing
why people are so crewl i'll never understand but for his sake i hope he finds a helping hand
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