Hidden Lives Revealed. A virtual archive - children in care 1881-1981 * Image of handwritten text

My Dark Life

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Waif boy

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I'm walking down the streets.
I don't even know what I am doing.

My heart has sunk.
Over the death of my lovely mum.

I'm walking to find the light.
I'm going to find where the sun would shine.

Where would the candle light.
Where would the coldness melt?
My family's gone I want to join them.
But I can't not in a state like this.

I'm lonely people look at me up and down and run away like if I will eat them.
My clothes are torn the devil is celebrating.
It's always dark
It's always sad.

That's how my life is.

by a pupil at The City of London Academy

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