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Tag: homeless

Fancy F*cking Flowers

And on the bench outside the pub, you can’t sit down. The bench is full of family. It says SON … More

Broken Britain, crisis, death, family, friends, grief, homeless, London, memorial

Burgers & Rain

I had a memory earlier. Around eight years ago, I was outside The Jazz Cafe on Parkway in the small … More

Camden Council, drunk, homeless, housing crisis, London, memories, preach, short story, wisdom, word up, writing

One Tenth Of A Memory

The bus pulled up and I looked out of the window and thought, “I’ve been here before.” Well of course … More

autobiographical writing, creative writing, depression, fuckkk, homeless, journeys, life, memories, memory, past, pseudodementia, real life, remembering, short story, teenagers, thinking, writing
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