Kill me. Kill me. Kill me. I repeat in a unison of three, specifically. I'm tired of this life and all that it has become. I'm so numb and haunted by this world. Haunted by the life I'm currently living. Giving up on hope as I mope around in this mental hell. Kill me. Kill me. Kill me. I repeat in a unison of three, specifically. What other words can describe my feelings? I've run out. Tossed, flipped, turnt and burnt out. Burnt like written memories on a page. I gaze at my thoughts as they slowly burn before me. I wish it were my feelings. To burn my feelings alive and end all dealings of this suffering. I pray to God that he'll take away my pain but he doesn't. He leaves me, abandoned in my state of misery. Kill me. Kill me. Kill me. I repeat in unison, specifically.
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