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Reads 37
Votes 7
Parts 8
Time 7m

Mature

there isn't hope for me anymore, no suicide shit but I don't wanna be here no more.

this isn't any type of short story but my story. my thought in my head. national suicide hotline.  
1-800-273-8255All Rights Reserved

broken high lost noheart wonder

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