Shadow in the Night
Hobo's - Poem by Shadow in the Night
Once they had a life,
now they have nothing.
They have only themselves.
Themselves and their suffering.
Is it fair to make fun of someone
who just wants to be themselves again?
Think of others.
Everyone is a person.
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