From Tears of Sadness, to Tears of Joy

I remember feverish nights drenched in a cold sweat, sleeping under the glaring Los Angeles street lights. My car – the place I called home for 7 months – sheltered me, as I’d wait for daylight. Sleep came intermittently, as I’d wake due to back pain, blaring sirens, or the footsteps of passersby aimlessly walking in the night. These tears of sadness couldn’t last forever…right? When was the last time tears of joy rolled down my cheek?

How had I ended up in this place?

Mostly pride

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