Syl matters tried to hold on to his purple dusty blanket.
It was always cold in the morning,right after sunset.
Syl thought to himself that if he could count to a hundred eleven times,he would waste more than enough time,considering something else rather than cold itself.
He started breathing heavily just to make sure he’s still moving.
”the life of an original beggar cant be easy”,he told himself and smiled for a while.
He hasn’t eaten in three days,he was colder than ever and dirtier than a whore’s unshaved v-thing. Life was shitty at the moment,but syl wouldn’t mind.
He could still smile and act weird on a park.
That was enough at the moment.he was a beggar,after all.
Suddenly,an old lady passed the street and talked about a radioshow.
-damn.that was more than enough.weird ladies,he thought and decided to start smoking again.
He wished to “people” for a marlboro.
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