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names. wordless callings.

we are known as the homeless, the missing souls.

called by those who are called doctor, lawyers, artists, mothers, friends.

are we not those things?

does being left without a home make you obsolete?

we may not have four walls and a roof above our heads

but we still have our minds, our spirits.

we seek healthy lives, like doctors

fight for our rights, like lawyers

sing, dance, paint, like artists

care for our children, like mothers

share a laugh, like friends

are we something to be ashamed of?

not long ago we were like you, now slipped through the cracks.

we did not want this path of desolation

this path that has no promise of tomorrow

to you we may be "the homeless"

but if you look a little closer you will see

we are the jaded travelers searching for a just hand to pull us out

when you've lost your way

im excited for tomorrow because i miss the nights we use to have, just talking.

iforgottomeantion,whenisaidilovedyou,thatyou'rea

HYPOCRITE.

yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away

everyday my self esteem drops lower and lower

i was slowly gaining it all back

my confidence

my happiness

and then in a split second it faded into nothing

i'm nothing

empty, soul-less

i can only ever hope to be good enough

pretty enough

thin enough

smart enough

kind enough

but i never make the cut

it's like everybody's waiting for me at the finish line, and i'm struggling to make it past the start

dlghjsd

you always were and you always will be the taller and the prettier one

georgiaboylan

i have never felt so confident in calling someone my bestfriend and knowing they feel the exact same way

i love you more than words could describe.