Made A Terrible Mistake

I used my bag to cover my face as I rested, leaning against the fence, and let the winds of the night guide my spirit down to the other world.

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The buzzing sound of the morning train, cars and the once again getting busy street pierced through my ears and had me pushing away the bag that covered my face, and the tender morning sun peeped into my eyes with a sting, my eyes hurt, probably from crying.

The howling wind carried weightless pieces around. I tried to stand up but there was no Strength. I touched my pocket again, and was glad that the money was still there. I just had to get something to eat. But where and how was I going to get the strength to stand and buy something? Although there was a mini grocery store nearby, it would take me crossing two mare roads, and going through different pathways. Yes, that was enough strength.

Not that I had any other option anyways. I puhed myself up just to hit my leg on a stone. I winced in pain and bent down to tou