I got out of the hospital a few days ago.
But I have absolutely no where to go.
I'm just walking aimlessly through the city of Daegu, a pair of sweatpants and hoodie, the clothes I had been wearing before I woke up in the hospital two years ago.
I heard the company got taken down.
It's funny because I don't even feel happy or relieved.
I just don't really care.
Hands in my pockets, my feet carry me somewhere and no where.
It's already pretty late at night, I'm tired and I don't have a place to stay for the night.
As I slowly sink down against an alley wall, I think of ending it all.
What is my point in living anymore.
I have no family, no home, no dreams...
Tears start to spill from my tired eyes before I quickly wipe them away with my dirty hands.
Shit what am I even here for anyway.
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