Why has this great struggle come over me? I'm immensly tired and haven't eaten in days. maybe even weeks. It's hard to breath with so little in my body. My daddy lost his job. He used to be a carpender. He even made the chairs in my house. I wish my mama was here. She died right after I was born. My daddy left to look for a job. He gets home eats, sleeps, hugges me then leaves with the hope to get a job. I want to leave. Good Night. -Lost
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