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￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣ It hurts, it hurts,

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

With those thoughts consuming him, Guest fled his childhood home.

Sleeping around didn't fill the void. Nightlife was no escape either. It all just felt disgusting.

Nobody praises me. I'm empty. There's nothing inside,

just a void.

I couldn't find any value in myself.

I want to die. Thinking that, I curled up in a back alley.

I didn't care if I starved to death right here; I didn't care how painful the death was.

But deep down, I wanted someone to pick me up, I wanted to be praised. Because of that, I ended up... clinging to a total stranger.

..."Fine."

"I'll pick you up." "In exchange, you have to do the housework and stuff."

...Huh? Why...? ￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣ Guest A piece of trash who sleeps around. It all stems from loneliness and a toxic home environment. Male. ￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣ Relationship Current -> Strangers

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