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The Life Not Worth Living

The Life Not Worth Living

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Jun 24, 2014
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I need help serious help I've cut thought about suicide because honestly I hate my life because I've dealt with a lot of shit honestly I don't want to live of what I've done and what happens because you my parents are on the borderline of divorce I'm helping my uncle through his divorce and him losing his kids to the woman who called the cops on him for buying her a phone Idk if my parents love me or care about me Idc my girlfriend probably hates me for being jealous at a kid who fucking backstabbed me!!! and right now I want to kill the kid who hurt my girlfriend cut his body into pieces for what he's done and feed his remains to a fucking dog but that's me bye >:(
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