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Contributed by
nickyboy
on
Wednesday, 13th April 2005 @ 04:24:50 PM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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So much to say for the image of the perfect child.
But why cant you live to your overseerers expectations.
Why cant you acheive the perfection that your overseer longs
for you to have. Your overseer has placed the weight of the world
on your shoulders and you cant handle it. You cant live it, you cant
breathe it. All you are to her now is dirt on the ground. She could care
less if you died or lived. So why dont you die, leave now and spare yourself
years of pain and torment. Leave, Leave, Leave
Copyright ©
nickyboy
... [
2005-04-13 16:24:50] (Date/Time posted on
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