I live on the street where am very poor. Never once love even being call worthless . Walking on the road seeing my own reflection in the glass
Wishing I was once loved. Dressing in rags because of my poverty. People walk by me acting like I didn't exist. My heart was broken . I long to feel the love I desire but one day I hope to be shine as bright as the star hoping my love will be as strong as a rock.❤
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