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Don't Let Them Go

They always told her that she needed to let go; that they were bad for her. She hated that thought and she never listened to them. What did they know anyway? It’s not like they cared about her. Only three people cared about her, and they were the ones they were trying to take away. She couldn’t let them take them away. They were the only people keeping her alive. If they left she would die. Literally, she would die. But they didn’t really seem to get that. They just kept going after and attacking the three that mattered. They wouldn’t ever leave them alone even though they were all hers. You couldn’t even imagine doing that to them because he was just an again ache. I would certainly have you for drinks on my- oh hello Loki Thor said with a smile the fairy oh.

Sorry. My friends accidentally took my pen. What was I saying? Oh, yes, of course. I was saying that they can’t take my friends from me and that it would kill me. In all truth it would kill them too. They would never admit it but they need me just as much if not more that I need them.

Oh look I can see Paris from here. Hehe, I waved. All I can see and hear now are the people who are trying to take my friends. Why are they trying to take them? Why can’t they just leave us alone? Why do they have to take them away from me? Why? Let me keep my friends. Please! No! Please, just let me keep them! No, no! I need them!

They took my friend! They killed one of my friends! I am very angry! They are coming to take another one but I can’t do anything about it. They hold me back and kill my friend while I just stand there and watch. They’re here! They’re killing my friend! I’m screaming for them to stop but they won’t listen! Please help me! Help my friends! Help!

                I only have one friend left. He’s going to die soon too. As soon as he dies I die but they don’t seem to understand that. I’ve told them so many times but they just don’t listen. They say I have things wrong with me. Schizophrenia. That’s what they say I have. And something called MPD but I don’t! I don’t have anything wrong with me! They’re wrong! They are the ones who have things wrong with them! Not me! Them! Them them them them them them them them them th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeemmmmmmmmmm. Them them them- them them.

                Me and my last friend are safe. I am safe. We are safe. You want to know why? It’s because I killed them.

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