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Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend, somewhere along in the bitterness; and I would have stayed up with you all night, had I known how to save a life. After a while I am up. I am supposed to be dead. Why am I here? 1,732 more words. They will WARN when necess.

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8220;Leave any valuables on the bus. This is a dangerous part of town. We exited single file and walked through muddy streets, glancing at mangy dogs and piles of trash. Rows of wood, concrete, and tin walls peppered with wire fencing boxed us in as we moved forward as a group. So, this is what poverty really looks like.