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Monday, 16 January 2017.
I miss the feeling of hot water on my skin, I miss the feeling of hot chocolate and coffee in my mouth; I don't remember the last time I had a proper meal, or even a nice bath.
The world is so cruel, no one helps the poor. I don't need all their money, all I was asking for was little change to survive.
I miss you dad and mom.
-A.
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