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Reader VS creepypastas
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Ongoing, First published Jul 30, 2018
Mature
Why do they get to live? 

Why not your parents?

Why do good people always die and bad people get to live?

It's not fair.

It's not fair and you refuse to let them have the last laugh.

They're the reason you're in his mental hospital

It's all their fault.

So you're getting out of here and settling this score.
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