So this is why Judas killed himself...
When people see my deeply frowning face and angry glare walking down the streets they assume it's because of my homelessness. It's not.
My future is to remain a galley slave; washing dishes, cleaning event venues, menial labor until I die. There is no point in my being here or taking another breath. No possible meaning can come of this.
I once found a pile of cash that would have saved me. I lost it when I lied to myself it would be fine when it wasn't.
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