There are times when you feel down.

There are times when you feel envy.

There are times when you feel sad.

There are times when you feel regret.

There are times when you feel all hope is lost.

Having nothing. Family. Friends. Home. Warmth. When having nothing. You will lose your will to live.

I know how that feels, because I have nothing.

I don’t have a family.

I don’t have friends.

I don’t have a home.

I lost my right to live.

Not enough with that, I’m losing my sanity and life right now. Hahaha

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In the middle of the winter, only the street lights were lit, giving a weak light in the distance. The temperature is plummeting as the night grew darker. In a dark alley, a youth laid on the ground, wrapped in a tattered dark cloak. If you saw closely, you could see the snow around him turning red. His eyes filled with despair, without any hope, the youth is currently facing his last moments.

Is this the end? Did I really escape them? Haha

The youth tried to laugh, but ends up coughing up blood and he ended up choking up with blood filling his throat. His skin is getting paler and colder. His previously shiny black eyes were starting to get hazy.

The youth started to calm down, his breath started to get slower.

Can I finally rest now?

The youth tried asking himself, his eyes showed a hint of unwillingness, the snow on top of him made his body colder and heavier. His breath was starting to get weaker, his eyes grew hazier. He closed his eyes slowly after taking one last look at the night sky filled with stars, his skin turned pale white, his breath… stopped.