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I want out of this torture.
Out of...these damn claws that keep
Drawing blood.
These claws we call society.

I wish all these norms and habits that society
So much favours would disappear.
I want no part of it.
Leave me be.

What's this need to judge and criticise me !?
Aren't your own lives interesting enough!?!?
Haven't you got your own problems to deal with?!!!!
Why won't your'll leave me the hell alone!?

The days drag by very slowly.
Everything remains calm and perfect.
As unique as it always is.
The wind still blows gently at the trees...
Flowers continue to blossom.
Winter approaches...
And yet inside me there is no peace.
None...

I'm tearing apart and no one knows.
I want to end...to get away from this existence that haunts me.
I feel myself going to pieces, I can't deny it...
Shattering.
Bit by bit with every breath.

Darkness fills me up every passing day.
It won't be stopped...
I won't stop it.
I want to end...for this pain to stop...
For the heart-stopping headaches to fade...

I look around me closely now...
Knowing with each passing second
that my time approaches.
That anyday now...the Grim Reaper will come.
Come...And bring with him a gift.
My peace.

An End.

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