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I don’t have love for my life even a bit ––– But I’m afraid of suicide. Oh! DEATH come to me. Take me to you. And pull me into the endless dark. And set me free forever. From the pain I always suffer.

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mitel-chakma

35 / M

For You?

Written by

mitel-chakma

35 / M

Published

Mar 4, 2015

Time

1m

Tags: #pain #death #sorrow #distress #sufferings

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