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okay..
i'll listen to you. your name is jimin? thats.. a cute name. but why jimin? why did my family throw me away? why did my parents die? why did my dog run away? why didnt i just die when i had that car accident shitfuck.
im crying
i have nobody.
i cry everytime,
and i was always alone.
tears stained the paper, he slowly made his way to the mat, but he didnt went inside. he had a breakdown. he cried ever so softly, but yet so hurt.
he fell asleep on his doorstep, not minding the cold wind hitting his body, the paper in his hand.
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