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[Eccedentesiast] [OC] [Progressive Work] [On Quotev]

iiRyuzakiChanii

LECTURES 13
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LECTURES 13
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Chapitres 2
Durée 9m

iiRyuzakiChanii

Contenu pour adultes

anxiety depression horror pain self-harming short stories

[Strong Language/Explicit Content (Rare)]
Insanity and Depression are just normalities to me...
》I keep hearing this voice, its dull sound echoing in the corners of my mind. It repeats words of torture yet...how true they can be: "Time is running, you're vulnerable. Why don't you end this, right here, right now? Go ahead, kill yourself." So straightforward...so simple to do...but...what's making me feel so reluctant? So...rejective to the idea?
[Short Stories] [Horror] [Original Fiction] [Depression] [Anxiety] [Insanity] [Psychopath]Tous Droits Réservés

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