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My Scream || The Diary ||

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Leituras 17
Votos 1
Capítulos 2
Tempo 8m

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What's the point?

In anything?
 
I hate myself, I hate my family, I hate my friends, I hate the place I live and I hate every single person I meet. 

Life just keeps tossing my lifeless body into more and more chaos until I'm at that point where I scream until my lungs squeeze tight enough for the pain to throb and take over. 

Why do I have to be here? Or... Or do I?Todos os Direitos Reservados

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kidnapped

"do you have wifi?" + kidnapped but they're cool though -+- started [ 2019.01.22 ] finished [ 2019.06.11 ] rewritten [ currently in drafts ] tw!! sexual assault, suicide, self harm, abuse, and eating disorders!! read at your own risk!!