I grabbed my knife away. "Don't try Moonsong! Cause you can't! It's my fucking life... And you aren't in control. The more pain I feel, the more I need, and want to. So Stop..."I said while a tear ran down my cheek. I ran quickly over to another spot I found where NO ONE COULD EVER FIND ME! I took my knife and slashed my throat and wrists. I'm fucking dead and don't fucking save me or else you'll be mother fucking dead...
Luft-Gulp Full of Hate
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