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(The End Is now) Sash End.

Suicide. I am going to end my troubled life. The end is finally here, and it is Glorious.

I won't see you on the other side, fuckers, because I'm going straight to hell. Right where I belong.

Peace, the fuck, out.

Eternally, Sash.


It's been a while.

Maybe I have given up.

There is nothing for me here.

Hell awaits.


Desperation or acceptance.

Emotions are overpowering.

The pain is too much.

I cannot rest.

I have nothing left to give.

There is no sense.

It is not a surprise.

That I am so weak.

I can't continue.

I never wanted this.


I'm a prisoner in my own mind. No escape.

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