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The Silent Screams Of The Broken

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shadowmonsterkiller

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"why give a fuck if I die or kill myself!"
"no on cared for a long time so why people like you start to appear the damage has been done!"
"DON'T! Speak a word to me I don't want to be saved by a pretty little lie, I'm done...so done...I don't feel like I'm alive anymore, feels heavy but empty, feels like I have no soul..." the sound of a gun getting loaded and cock then there is a long pause until a round goes off and a heavy thump can be hear loud. "Are you okay? Are you listening?" a female teacher asked the teen, "Yes, I'm okay, Miss." She smiled. "I'm just exhausted. I won't fall behind again." She gets up from the chair and leaves the classroom.Tous Droits Réservés

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