What makes someone human?
What makes someone better than another?
With more or less feelings?
Is it the amount of wealth someone has? Or perhaps their popularity?
Is it knowing you have people on your side and who will back you up when you are in trouble? Is it knowing you’re going to be OK? That tomorrow you will wake up and have your coffee and start your day anew, with clothes on your back and food in the fridge and with an idea, at least, of where you’re going and what you want to do?
What if you don’t have any of that? What if you don’t have any wealth, any popularity, anyone you know who you can call on? What if you wake up, not knowing what you’ll eat—not knowing if you’ll eat at all? Unsure if you’ll have enough clothes, and without a clue as to…
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