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i’ve been living on the streets ever since i was sixteen years old, when i ran away from my foster home. my parents died when i was very young so i went into foster care. it wasn’t so bad but i wanted to make it on my own. i stayed on friends’ couches at first, but eventually their parents grew tired of having me around. so, i caught a train to london, thinking that it would be easier to survive in the big city. how wrong could i be! i tried to find a job but no one would take me on without a fixed address. i slept in a cheap в в for a few nights, but then my money ran out and i spent my first night in a sleeping bag on a park bench. i’ll never forget how alone i felt that night. i lay awake, terrified and shivering with cold