11.21pm.
they're watching me from behind.
i planned this a long time ago but i never got the chance to explain myself. i'm a mess. i did destroy everything that had the tiniest urge to switch the lights on but i didn't like that.
this is not a suicide letter, no.
it's a test. a test in which is easy to pass if you follow the lines correctly. don't forget they're still watching, holding knives to my throat, smiling and waiting for me to fade out. they will eat me alive, but don't worry. it's all in your head.
don't stop. no! don't run. it's actually fun, your feelings will go numb soon. take the risk if you wanna be saved. i don't know if i did actually but here's me now. my last wish is to be happy somewhere far away.
i lost. failed.
and now here's your turn.
flip the page and answer the question:
do you want to live in a world like this?
now i'll be gone. don't miss me. if i'll be missed whatever...
and don't worry. i cut my chords off. i can't scream in pain and you can't hear me.
go on with the test.
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Night Thoughts
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