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I have no words….. Mouths so dry I can taste my heart beats on the tip of my tongue, I’m so hopeless I keep saying to myself, the wind, the rain, and even the snow attack me in this foolish game… This game we call life. The government took everything from me… My home, my car, my job, my beautiful little girl who I nicknamed my little star. I was dirty and depressed, sleeping on trashed sofas next to a newspaper press. I had no job and no sacrifices…. My little star was taken from me by the state, her mother was  drugged and date raped by her ex-boyfriend named Frank. I took my little star as much as I could, her mother hated me so much that she would…. Blame me for hurting her and making her go through hell, yet Frank was the one beating her and yet she had the audacity to put me in jail! Crimes I didn’t commit, my lawyer fought a long fight and I tried to stay with it, but I had no money, these fees were making me broke, I had to sell my house and sell my truck that my little stars mother would probably use on some fucking coke! I became homeless, my job attacked me for stuff I hadn’t done, her mother was killing me externally with false narratives so she would get my little star for good…. And it worked, I never saw her again… I’ve been enriched in the society of living poor and broke, making only pennies on the daily to buy a piece of food for the week, and always looking at pictures at my little star were always free… I do have to warn people out there… One false accusation can tremble on to starting a domino effect that can hurt millions like myself. I was taken from my little star that I always loved, from a accusation that would ruin the rest of my life. My Ex-wife had died the following year, Frank was arrested and imprisoned for murder. I was never compensated, I was never awarded, I was never given my little star, I was told to leave the campus of the city hall, I cried and looked to the sky and said is that all? Is that all you can do? Give me nothing but dust on the bottom of my shoe? I salvaged a handgun the very next day, put a bullet in the chamber and ended the pain, I died the very next day, December 4th… It was my little stars birthday….