18th of November 2003
Stella doorson is my name I'm 12 years old and well that's all I remember and this diary is all I have, I don't have any warm home to hide in from the cold and right now I'm just sitting here in this lonely alley way, the pale moon is the only friend I have and he's here right now but he's quiet and right now I'm just lost for words.
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YOU ARE READING
Forgotten diary
General FictionA story about a homeless girl in the streets of New York
