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                                                        System

                                       Due to severe malnutrition.

                                            Survival mode is on.

          The user is required to go to a healthy condition for turning it off.

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Why no no I can't live much longer. I have to go. I am only asking death to faster why this stupid system wants to get in my way. Has the controller suddenly had faith in me? NO! He wants me to suffer. NONONONONo my face is covered in tears I can't see anything. I can't face him again.

I can't live...I don't want to face anyone. I am a disappointment. I don't even want to "see MYSELF!".

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I got up and finally opened the curtain, it is night. The country is colorful. But this doesn't matter. I stood next to the window and opened it. I felt the wind. I fueled up all my frustration. Come on! Just jump! part of me expecting someone to barge, so that I could just share my lost moments while seeing a human. But...JUMPJUMPJUMP...

Expected, If I am brave enough to jump then I would have fixed my pathetic life.

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That shepherd in the painting is brave enough to change his problems...I just couldn't.

knock knock

Those sounds give me nightmares.

Concierge: "Sir, May I come in."

It is him.

"Yes," he is a nice person. I shouldn't have done that.

He came in. I should apologize.

Concierge: "I sincerly apologize"

He bowed.

"No, I am who should say that."

Concierge: "No, sir it is just that I did things thinking that everything will be alright but turns out it isn't"

He is disappointed by my current state and thinks that is all his problem.

Concierge: "I found your mobile sir"

He kept in the bed and then hurriedly left.A mobile...There are no contacts in it.

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I don't have anyone. I just aimed the phone at the window and threw it, It missed and fell within the room itself.

I buried my head into the pillow as I looked at the painting. Is it a bit tilted?

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