What happens to these kids when they get older, when they grow up and have kids of their own? Do they look back on this childhood of lonliness, the lack of a mother's soft voice in the background that helps instill the feeling that you're safe, that nothing can hurt you when she's there? Do they grow to see their parents for what they were, for the cold, selfish degenerates that let them out in the world before they were ready? That allowed them to see things, hear things and experience things way before they should have done. Do they look back bitterly and remember the loss of innocence, the loss of carefree childhood and how they became these hardened little creatures, neither child nor adult that did not know it's place in the world, that did not know what was right and what was wrong? Or do they just drift along and take the easy road, learn from the example given to them and become a fresh generation of hopeless people who are happy to just stay down and put up with squalour because they don't know how to escape it? Then one day their own children will be on the streets just so they can have some peace and quiet, just so they don't have a constant reminder of what they were and what they have in turn become. The vicious circle keeps turning until one person, one tiny person has the strength to break free and get out and it's like suddenly realising that all this time you haven't been breathing at all. Your lungs were just full of this thick, black smog, tiring you out and breaking you down and the air outside tastes so sweet. It's like bursting out of the water when you think you're going to drown and it hits you that you hadn't been living you'd been merely existing.