My life has been hard, this year was no different.
Half way through I realized I'd missed it.
From being comfortable and never alone,
We were left without a home.
In our car is where we stay
To my higher power I will pray.
We have moved so much.
I'm out of touch.
My clothes are outdated.
I have no friends, no one is there.
Where will we go?
I don't even care.
A life of abuse, a year of despair
All that has passed.
I look forward to my future.
To school I go.
Living the life of an educated hobo.
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