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by harleenxira

by harleenxira

What did I do?

What did I do to deserve all of this?

Help.

Someone, help.

I need someone,

To kill me.

You can help me,
By killing me.

Help and kill.

You kill me, you help me.
You will end my pain, you help me end my pain. You will give me the happiness that I craved for so long.

So, so long.

They torturing me. They will never stop torturing me.

Please, help.
Help me.

Help me by killing me.

You need, to kill me.

Kill.

Me.

2023, September 7,
0550,
Harleen.