"I am a useless street rat again. I'm out of my wits. I am tired of thinking. I am worried. I am worried I can't stand back up again. The fall of me starts now. We won't have much chance to talk after tonight. Just pray for me?
I don't want to see uniforms again. It was funny before. Now the joke is stale."
No tears. My heart just bleeds. You hurt me bad. I cannot even begin to understand this pain.
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