Drifting between two worlds
How does one go… From waking up each morning on a hay stack bed, gazing up at the half-torn tarp roof clinging to its last fibers, piercing shrieks of hungry roosters in the distance, sixteen worn and scruffy people flung beside you, all crammed in one shanty bedroom. To waking up in a king-sized bed, arms outstretched, drowning in a
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My Road, My Life 