The struggle is definitely real.... Working extra hard and not getting anywhere has me not knowing how to feel.... Complete strangers don't hesitate to stare with true disgust.... This atmosphere makes me walk around wondering who I can and cannot trust.... You have to be careful when living out here in the street.... You never know who you can cross paths with or who you can meet.... You see the devil comes at you in every color, shape, and size.... You better choose wisely on which vessel you decide to despise!
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Charles Zitzow
A passionate soul with a magnificent desire to share the thoughts in my beautiful mind. Please listen and enjoy who I am, that is what my writing is about.
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