Homeless at 19

I was homeless at 18 wondering were my next meal was coming from and thinking about were will I lay my head at night by night and thinking about all the people who have a home to sleep in and food to eat. I started to cry my self to sleep thinking I was going to get raped or murdered but I prayed to god but I am in this situation still

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