When I was 5 i went on daily walks with my mom. On day I found 20 dollars on the ground. I didn't know who it belonged to, so I kept it. We were walking and we passed a homeless guy. I ran over have him a big hug and handed him the 20 dollars.



I ran away from home 4 years ago. Ever since I've been from house to house. I've been making money by selling my body. But now I am going to church and I'm changed. I was on the streets for 4 years. And for those years I've learned what kind of horrible people are out there. Everyone, please be careful.



When I was a kid, I had dreams about a guy id never met. I knew his name and how he looked like and I knew he was going to be my soulmate. My friends laughed at me. On the first day of high school I saw him. I went up to him and found out his name was the same. We became friends and went on a date. Tomorrow we are celebrating our third anniversary.



I found a burrito on the kitchen counter and gave it a sniff test. It didn't pass it, but I ate it anyway.



When I was 18, I got a girl pregnant but I was always taught to deal with my responsibilities so I helped and her mum got into drugs afterwards, so for two years, I raised that baby girl mostly on my own, with some help from my mum so I could work, and I ADORED her. Last summer, she died in an accident and I honestly don't know what to do with myself anymore. I miss my angel.


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