Being nothing
His hands curled into fists as he spoke. “Once the station closed, I was nothing again. Jobless, penniless, pushed out of sight.” His eyes glazed, remembering darker years. “Eventually I lost even a roof over my head. The streets welcomed me back, and I slipped into them like I never left.” Kevin listened quietly, understanding the despair woven into Willem’s story. A life unraveled in silence, tethered to a station built on false promises.
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