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Have you ever wondered where you next meal was going to come from? Or how you were going to feed you children? What about where you are going to lay your head for the night. Each day is a day of survival you look up at the stars every night, and they always seem to look different. You try to find the one you prayed to the night before, or hope God will take you out of this world, to find you have awaked with your shoes stolen from you in the middle of the night.