She was a derelict, though no one can tell.
She had a home, and people to go to, only she didn’t want to, she
couldn’t. She found herself appearing homeless while wandering the cold
Christmas streets. While doing so she felt that the line between with going home and sleeping outside felt
blurred, as each choice felt equally possible. She would normally ask people
for help as that would usually get her an answer on what to do, except most
people run on logic and would tell her to go home, she did not run on logic. She
decided to sit down and indulge herself with a certain perspective of certain
people.
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