Diary of Deliah Alexander
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Last published вск, сент. 3, 2017
My parents know there is something wrong with me, they're worried about me. They save me, just before I am dead, so that I cannot escape the literal hell that is my mind. I have theorized a way to stop the demon, kill myself and he should die with me.
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