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I don't know when or how I've come across this little piece of heaven. I don't think I deserve this either. You see, I've been here for as long as I can remember, I eat my meals three times a day (with snacks in between), I have clothes to cover my back when it get too cold (what is Prada by the way?) and I sleep in a comfortable bed. I should be thankful that I'm able to stay in such a place. But what am I? The person I'm with in this home... that person is such an angel. The one who keeps me grounded even though I've been lost even before I've saught this shelter. There's so much understanding in their eyes even if I come home from another, that person still welcomes me with open arms. I feel like a fool. Why must I be half-hearted?