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Wish to be free

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LECTURES 810
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Parties 25
Durée 1h 57m

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I take the knife and bring it closer to my hand. I don't want to do it but my body wont allow me. I wish I could be free. I suddenly see him walk towards me. He comes closer to me and slaps the knife away. "You can't die like this" he says as he----
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The Feeling Underneath

"The stars are infinite. And all I've ever wanted was an infinite." ______________ All I knew was pain. Pain was I, and I was pain. We shared each other, mind and body. Me and pain were made for each other like puzzle pieces, and that sickened me. I loved pain, I hated pain. I loved bringing the knife to my wrist, but I hated the ache in my chest, like drowning. There was nothing I sought more than my own self destruction. And here, amongst the stars, skies, and cliffs, I'd find what I sought. I'd make it mine. I'd become infinite. WARNING: this story contains abuse, self harm, and suicide. Do not read if these topics can trigger something within you. Please, know your limits.