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I will end it. It will all come to an end.

Maybe today. Maybe tonight.

I want to end myself, but please.

I don't care how but any way to shut these pains of.

I'm tired of this world, the lies, the pretense and the faces of insincerites.

Maybe tonight.

𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯 Where stories live. Discover now