Last Wish Fulfilled
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Last published Fri, Jan 8, 2021
Suicide is never been an option if you're tired of life. But when you can't endure the pain, shit happens. Also they say people who commit this heinous act are not allowed to enter heaven. I guess they're right because I was simply thrown into the abyss but I refuse. I pleaded God and here I am fulfilling 50 dying wishes in 100 days. WISH ME LUCK
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