{this chapter is based off real experience that's happening now.}
"fuck my life."
"fuck my life."
"fuck my life."
"fuck my life."
"ma'am i need you to stay calm."
"fuck you... fuck him... fuck her... fuck my life... i don't want to live anymore... all of you just fuck off..."
"i'll give you some space to calm down."
watches as the police leaves the room.
"fuck my life..."
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Cuts.
Short Storyi drew a butterfly on my wrist, in hopes that this feeling would no longer persist, but things got bad and i started to cry, so the butterfly on my wrist had to die. once again i tried to set myself free, but it seems my thoughts have stolen the ke...
