Help me. Please. I can't do this anymore. I just can't hold on any longer. I'm slipping. And falling fast. Save me please. I don't think I am going to make it. God, I am so scared.
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A journal of the criminally insane.
HorrorYou know, I can still hear her voice sometimes, or her last breath. I wanted to catch it in a jar so she would never stop breathing. So that she would not be lost. But that wouldn’t have saved her. Nothing could. She’s gone. And she’s never coming...
