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it's gotten to the time where fierce bodily pains don't cross my mind~ it's gotten to the time where i'd rather die than to live in a place that doesn't care about my mind.
people read me & think i'm talented~ i'm crying for help. i'm pleading for death~ if no one can give it to me then i'll just take it myself. i'll clean up the tears when i'm finished~ i'm split away from the Earth. forgive me for all the problems i caused~ congratulations for a new first born.

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