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Being Death is very exhausting. I have no time to myself, because there is always someone who needs to die. But I never knew one girl could bring so many souls to my doorstep.
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Why I wasn't important. Why I wasn't worth it. Why I was invisible. Why I gave up. Why I hate myself. Why I am alone. Why I got rope. Why I got a chair.

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