Still a dream

It’s a month since my mom kicked me out of her husband’s house and my father hasn’t even bothered to look for me, sadly i don’t have any friend so i keep my stuff in a woman’s shop and at night i sleep on the balcony of her shop. People see me everyday and nobody can tell i’m at my breaking point. My only fear is i don’t get raped one day or used for ritual, otherwise i know i will soon get past this dream. It is well.

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