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Twelve

I don't want to exist anymore.

The pain never stops.

The torture of my mind remains.

So many people see death as a tragic end.

But for me it would be a release.

A release from the hell I live each day.

I have become my own worst enemy.

I am my own devil.

I create my own hell.

I don't know how much longer I can keep living in it.

-a girl