" I am afraid to die TOO"
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MatureComplete Mon, Nov 10, 202513m
"I want to live."
"I want to breathe."
"But the more I whisper my desire,
the more I wish in regret."
"Do you know what he has done to me?"
"What he has done to them?"
"Do you dare want to know?"
"Look at me,
and I will show you."
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