I know hell.. You know you are in hell when you are lost and searching for a way home. So you wait and wait for a bus, a train, a plane, anyway to get you out and back home. But, you know you do not really have a home, or where it is, so you don't know where you're going. But you still have to wait to go somewhere, anywhere, while you are having panic attacks, for someone, or something, to get you out, because you do not have a car, job, money, or phone, plus, you do not know anyone, nor does anyone ask you if you need help. But you have to keep searching for a way out, because you have kids/furkids you love, who love you, who depend on you to live, and they looked at you and cried, because they were hungry and homeless also, and could get trapped, taken to a shelter by strangers, and even killed. Yes, I've been there.
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