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was watching a drugged homeless person leaning against a tree at a red light today. 

kept imagining that he was once a little baby, with a loving mother and father. odds are he was loved as human nature encodes love towards children.

where are they? what happened? how do u get here?

thank you for sharing this, and appreciate how you could approach the moment with such empathy and compassion.

i am so emotionally torn whenever i think about this issue. there are good people and there are bad people and there are hurt people. it is hard to know which someone is when they are so heavily drugged.

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