The Creature That Bekons
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Worthless, weak, useless. Why do I think these things of myself you ask. Because of the creature that is constantly tormenting me. He is the cause of my pain. I'd like to talk about what is happening now but it would be too confusing. So I'll start from the begining... The story that made me loose the last parts of my sanity.
WARNING: Some content may be sensitive to some readers such as blood, thoughts of suicide and depression. Read with caution.
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