My begging experience

I have begged for food and money on the streets. It was painful, interesting, and fun all at the same time. Myriad emotions well up inside you. Pain overwhelms, you feel like crying. A tear manages to escape your glands and comes to the surface. Then you see the irony of life. You laugh a bit. Then you feel free. It is catharsis. You have seen the lowest and it doesn't matter. I am ready to do it again.

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