I was pushed out onto the streets once in my life, and not for lack of effort. Everything around me simply fell apart. I couldn't stop it.
I'll be where I belong.
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I was pushed out onto the streets once in my life, and not for lack of effort. Everything around me simply fell apart. I couldn't stop it.
I'll be where I belong.
I've heard stories that started with 'I forgot to pay one (!) bill' that ended like that.
Me too :-)