Eviction

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I wokeup with a loud knock at my door that morning. I guess my mom wasn't paying the rent with the money i was giving her from my piggy bank. The people with the nice outfits who hate thier jobs but who want the money saw me in my broken window, wearing the same old clothes i wear two years ago. with tears running down my face. The Eviction left me on the street's, with only a rug to keep me warm at night. It was my only shelter. I don't when i will be able to eat again.





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