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**** it, I'm done. I can't take this **** anymore someone is palying a trick on me it's like the world was made mean for the purpose of my own personal torture. Too much suffering for one man, surely this isn't just my life was made to rust. I am deceived by everyone, those who speak the alien toungue of hate, *** and pride those who aren't alive. I've been tourmented I've been ****** False hope given then driven back down to suffocate in an abyss of black ink as if to make me long the smell of the deserved air. To whatever is pulling those strings. On behalf of a simple mortal being **** you . Hard.
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Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 2:04 PM UTC
**** it, I'm done.
**** it, I'm done. I can't take this **** anymore someone is palying a trick on me it's like the world was made mean for the purpose of my own personal torture. Too much suffering for one man, surely this isn't just my life was made to rust. I am deceived by everyone, those who speak the alien toungue of hate, *** and pride those who aren't alive. I've been tourmented I've been ****** False hope given then driven back down to suffocate in an abyss of black ink as if to make me long the smell of the deserved air. To whatever is pulling those strings. On behalf of a simple mortal being **** you . Hard.
gimmick suicidal letter to whom it may concern.
henrybrooke
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Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 2:04 PM UTC
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