I owe it to the subway
Intro
Hi, i’m Elena.
Intro
Hi, i’m Elena.
17, living in
Boston.
It’s a scary place, but
it’s home.
I have pale blonde hair, and blue
eyes.
The way you look, or what you have
doesn’t matter to me.
Maybe it’s because I
don’t have very much.
I was 8 when we first started
struggling.
We started to loose
everything.
All I had left was a guitar, & my
voice.
So every night, when my mom was too
drunk to notice, i’d walk down to the subway, and
sing.
I would sing all night
long.
I’d come home around 2 am, and
slip the money i’d made into mom’s
purse.
I didn’t have much to give to
the world, and not much to take away.
But I felt like I owed it something,
so i’ve been singing every night since I was
8.
This is my
story.
About how I made it here, in the
subway.
hi guys, if you read that, I am so happy & grateful! If you have any feedback, let me know! I know that was really short, not sure how long it will be yet! Thank you so much!
xo
-maggie
hi guys, if you read that, I am so happy & grateful! If you have any feedback, let me know! I know that was really short, not sure how long it will be yet! Thank you so much!
xo
-maggie
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I read it out loud, the way I do with most Witty stories, and it has a very poetic way to it(: Keep going♥
fml. i can't read this.
it was good though!
i don't even read stories on here.
wtf am i doing.