2 / 24 / 2015
They say home is a place where you were born. Excepted into. Able to feel free. But I never knew what home was like. Not a stable home at least. Was it just my mind or mind set? The earliest memories I have of my parents when they were happy. Was when my mother used to make me ramen when I came home from school. And my father would help me with my home work which to my innocent mind was tedious. Until that day. What day you may ask? A day I never shall tell, nor even remember. But if you keep reading this you will know. The story of my life, my hard ships, my challenges, and my love.
If you are reading this, young viewer with an innocent mind and a heart of joy. I apologize that you found this piece of writing. For my story is no story that should be ever told, much less read.
Dear young viewer,
If you are reading this, I, Kim Taehyung am dead

YOU ARE READING
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