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I was 18 years old when I first became homeless roaming with no idea where to go lost & all alone with the exception of the voices in my mind sleeping outside in the snow in 0° Celsius watching people overdose that I had come to know on an everyday basis seeing people get jumped & robbed that were my friends & even getting jumped & robbed myself on more than one occasion I didn't care anymore I had just given up & I would spend the entirety of days at a time sprawled out on the hard sidewalk crying until I fell asleep most frequently to be awakened by a police officer & taken to jail for sleeping right out in public I didn't care if it was against the law or not at least I got shelter from the weather & a bite to eat I met a musician & found some motivation to go out & play guitar for money on the roadside & it was a pretty good deal I guess people were just happy to see me trying when I met this beautiful girl who I felt a deeper connection than I have ever seen before I lost myself when she payed me no attention so I walked 167 miles away because I just couldn't handle seeing her & not being with her even though we were still friends I ended up working things out after I showed up to a new town & got a job rented a hotel room at the famous haunted auburn hotel which was actually haunted in real life & still is but I ended up slipping up on my finances & lost the room making me homeless again when I got a call over Facebook from my sister who offered to help bring me back home down south which is where I am now that's the basic of that story I'll tell you more when you're interested
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