"$elfMade"

I committed to the streets when I was 10, I said my last prayer to God sheltered up, in a porta potty, from the rain and the wind,

That's when my anger and rage, settled in, and I found myself screaming "fuck'em all," at the top of my lungs, with my clothing soaked to my skin,

And my heart growing more colder everyday to not even reflect upon my sins,
Or to push back every underlining compromise to repent,
Or to let another keep what they have, that would better my life, or to get me closer to how I would like to live,

I sat in the darkness, that day with my heart and soul in a tailspin, with my tears, flowing like a wave crashing against my cheeks and chin, like the rocks on land, at shore's end,

I knew that day….
That moment….
Or that min….
I was taking my last breath as a kid,and every meal I would eat from now on, would be because of my own hands,
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