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Homelessness, four days away, I stare at it in the void, zoning out with tears brimming on my eyelids, blinked out once, eyelids long held shut, colored lines that dance in confusion telling me not to cry yet. Mother and Father will take me in for two months. Brother warned me to not even try this. I’ve gone weak. That 17 year old fearless, runaway kid that was confident no one would fuck her or fuck with her because she didn’t have any self-confidence is gone and now I’m completely confident and scared. The street is no shelter, their shelter is no home, my home is the street. Already I’m accepting defeat, without couch surfing for a week. I’ll get on my feet.
Anyone who knows me well can read all of this... not that it fucking matters.
Anyone who knows me well can read all of this... not that it fucking matters.