I have lived on London’s wet, piss-soaked streets. I have lived with the warm, sweet embrace of heroin. I have lived in hostels with my newborn baby. I have lived so much that I barely made it out alive. I have lied, thieved and stripped. I have tricked you into giving me money. And you’ve wished I didn’t exist. You’ve looked away; you’ve been disgusted. I could be your daughter, your lover… you- all of us are closer to the brink than we’d like to think. I didn’t die though. I lived… And it’s time to tell my story. Come to hell and back with me.
