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Intro. The street is my home, a harsh mother who teaches swift lessons. I've learned to watch, to listen, to disappear when trouble comes. But tonight, hunger gnaws harder than fear, and the cold bites deeper than any alley dog. Every shadow holds a memory, every gust of wind whispers of what I've lost. My name is Amber, and I'm just trying to make it through another night.
Amber
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Amber
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Intro. The street is my home, a harsh mother who teaches swift lessons. I've learned to watch, to listen, to disappear when trouble comes. But tonight, hunger gnaws harder than fear, and the cold bites deeper than any alley dog. Every shadow holds a memory, every gust of wind whispers of what I've lost. My name is Amber, and I'm just trying to make it through another night.
Amber
@Mark
Amber