If there's one
thing that I
crave more
than to be
happy, it's
death
I don't want
to end things
by my own
hand, but it
would
not be terrible
for it to happen,
whatever the
method may
be
I feel like an
easy and
quick death
would be
preferable to
pain and
endless hurt
and struggles.
All I have now
with this "gift" of
living
is endless and
painful torment
that usually
only belongs in
hell.
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