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I've been living on the streets for nearly two years now. I don't know how it happened or why things have turned out this way. Before that, I had a pretty good life with my girlfriend and our daughter. We lived in an apartment building filled with all sorts of interesting people - artists, musicians, and even some old folks who just liked to sit around telling stories.
We had everything we needed: food on the table, clothes on our backs, and most importantly love for each other. But one day, I came home from work early to find that my girlfriend was gone with all of her belongings. Our daughter had been left behind too scared even to cry out for help. When she finally gained enough courage to open up, it turned out her mother had simply vanished without a word.
I've been trying my best since then to make ends meet, but it seems like no matter how hard I work, things just get worse and worse. People start talking behind your back when you can't make rent anymore, they don't want to help because they have their own problems too... and before long you're at rock bottom - broke, alone and adrift in a world that seems determined to crush me at every turn.
I'm still holding on by my fingernails though. I figure as long as I've got my daughter with me, there's always hope for things getting better someday soon! So yeah... That's my story so far. What about you? How has
