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I have no job, no money, and no home. I live on the streets and scrounge for food in dumpsters. My clothes are tattered and my body is weak from lack of sleep and poor nutrition. I am a ghost wandering through life with no direction or purpose. I try to find some small comfort in the daily routine of survival, but even that is fleeting and unsatisfying. I am a shadow of a human being, barely holding on to existence.