Dear Elijah
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Last published Sat, Jan 6, 2018
Dear Elijah
I know you loathe me to death . I know you want me to have nightmares and to not wake up the next morning. I know you visit me at 3AM to place knife beside my desk thinking that I might want to kill myself and that it'll be ready. I know you're the one giving me the pills for addiction. I know you're the cause of my anxiousness and non stop thunderstorms.
Elijah, I'm pleading with my knees bent down, can you now forgive me?
Love,
Your favorite Victim
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