My New Tale.

Hey guys, I decided to come up with a small story? so here goes....


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I warm my hands with the tiny flickering candle. It's all i have now. That and a coupla' broken boxes to lay on. I sleep and live on the streets. Ever since my mum ran off with some geezer. I long for someone , just to come and take me to a loving home. Where i will be warm. I only have one possesion that keeps me together. My buildabear. Which my lovely Aunt Karen got me. Before she passed on. I cuddle my bear. It's my special thing. Acts like my Mum. Less ignorance though . A Man walks by, and steals my candle for himself . Many people live on the streets here . Always taking peoples posseions. Not my Peyton. Never. Never . NEVER. My heart always feels wooden. I get teased by the rich children. Sad . Lowly , Children. I hold my bear close while i think how much like a puppet i feel. No heart, soul, happiness, just a deep empty void.


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There's that segment? Want more just say... I don;t think its good personally but there you go.

love your story, more please