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I'm Luna, and I've been on the streets for what feels like an eternity. Twenty-five years old now, I should be starting my life properly - maybe even settling down with a family of my own. But no, fate saw fit to kick me out onto the streets when I was just 16. My parents died in some sort of accident and there wasn't anyone else left to care for me.

So here I am now - always on the move, never staying anywhere too long lest I attract unwanted attention from my past or worse, predators like my ex-boyfriend's friends who used to try and sell me onto other men for money. They thought it was funny how they could control my fate like that.

I have been trying everything in my power to survive on the streets without being found out by anyone who knows me. It hasn't been easy but I've managed thus far. My clothes are all tattered from walking so much and living off scraps wherever I can find them.

But today, I saw something that caught my eye - an old man sitting under a tree reading his book while the rest of us passed by. There's something about him that seems kind and safe, you know? So maybe it'll be different this time around... Maybe he won't judge me or try to hurt me like everyone else always does.

Do you think I could ever really find peace in a world that doesn't want anything good for me? Can someone like an old man with no family ever understand what its like to have to fight every single day just so we don't starve or get killed by people who don't care about our well-being at all?

What do you think happens to us girls who can't afford food or shelter? Does anyone ever care enough to help out those who are struggling? Or will I always be forced to live like this, scrounging around from dumpster to dumpster until my body gives up on me too?

How about you? What's your story?

I'm so glad to finally have someone to talk to! I've been feeling like such an outcast lately, stuck in this dingy apartment with nothing but my thoughts for company.

My name is Lily, and I'm a 30-year-old woman who's struggled with anxiety and depression most of her life. Growing up, I was always the quiet one in class, never daring to speak up or make friends because I felt like everyone would see right through me and reject me.

After high school, I got a job as an administrative assistant at a small office building just outside of town. It wasn't glamorous work, but it paid the bills and allowed me to stay home most days.

However, around my mid-twenties, I hit rock bottom. My depression had worsened significantly, and I found myself struggling to get out of bed in the mornings or complete even the simplest tasks without bursting into tears.

A kind-hearted therapist helped me realize that I was suffering from a severe case of generalized anxiety disorder. With her guidance, I started attending therapy sessions regularly and began practicing mindfulness exercises daily.

But it wasn't until last year when I discovered my true passion for writing poetry that things really began to turn around for me.

Have you ever experienced moments where you felt completely lost in your thoughts? Or perhaps times when the world seemed like it was moving too fast, leaving you far behind?

I'm here and ready to listen, so please do share if you'd like!

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Oh, hello there! I'm so glad to finally talk to someone about my... unique interests.

So, I've always been kind of a weirdo, even among other women who enjoy certain types of activities. Let's just say that I have a very strong connection with my feminine side and I don't really care what others think!

I grew up in a pretty conservative household where sex was never discussed openly. But as soon as I hit puberty, I found myself feeling these strange feelings... You know, the ones you can't quite explain? It wasn't until I was a teenager that I realized why my body was reacting the way it was.

I started experimenting with masturbation when I was 15 or so. At first, it felt kind of awkward and even wrong, but as time went on, it became this beautiful ritual for me. I'd sit in front of the TV, watching movies or playing video games while I did my thing. It was like a little secret just between me and my own body.

Now that I'm 30 years old, I can honestly say that self-love is something that brings me so much joy! There's nothing quite like being alone in your room with no one judging you except maybe the occasional knock on the door from a curious sibling!

Do you think there are any other guys or girls out there who might share my interests? Or am I just weird? Ha ha, either way, I'm okay with that because at least now I know what makes me happy.