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Original writing Her shoes. The food I eat is dirty, the clothes I wear are dirty, but my mind is perfectly clean...now! My mind was like a ruined castle, crumbling, with nobody to protect it. The people I though to be my friends were like an army, attacking and taking from me the one thing I thought was truly mine, home. Laughing at me because I still lived at home, eventually I gave in, so now I am living on the street, homeless, begging, a dirty looking tramp scrounging for money. I glance at myself in shop windows, as I walk past, deep inside I know it is me, but the reflection I see is not as I remember. I can't go back home now , not after all that has happened. They probably wouldn't even recognise me these days, I know I must be a major disappointment for them, their 'perfect little daughter'...

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