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On the streets

I used to be like everybody else. I had a warm bed to sleep in, A hot meal at night, but no that’s gone now it was taken from me. You see i used to live in a temporary home i didn’t get on along with most of the people in it but i managed.

Of course i wasn’t always on my best behaviour. I used to steal things, mabey even vandalise the walls But i wouldn’t burn the house down but of course thats what happened. Now im sitting on a step outside a newsagents waiting for someone to spare some change, Or hoping that i won’t get beaten. But my aim now is to catch the bastard who framed me So i grabbed my quilt and slipped it into my rucksack. I also slipped the change i collected into my pocket, 94 pence i could almost afford something for lunch.
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