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homeless

no place to run when i needed to go

no one to call when i didnt have a home

people didnt come near me; fear of the unknown

wondered why there was no love

why it was so hard, was i treated so rough

the serpent came to me, gave me the forbidden

with my pain i took it like eve, it changed how i was living

kept trying to make it though, grew up fast life as a kid i never knew

introduced as a baby in the streets

knew i was a feign when the dope came from within the sheets

breaking the habit is whats hard

when its all you know and your heart is scarred

addictionhomelessrecovery

◄ flashbacks

unhappiness ►

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