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It all hurts.
It all feels sad.
Everything was heavy.
Everyone is just curious and does not really care.
I'm depressed.
Too much pressure.
I'm stress.
Too many thoughts.
I hate myself who can not do anything well.
I hate myself.
Everything is getting heavier.
I want to stop.
I do not want to think about anything.
I want to be free of the monster inside me.
If indeed I can not be free of that monster, I really do not want to live.
I want to end it.


-mldhn

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