I have no more life in me to live. I have nothing left to live for. I would like to say good by to all of my loved ones. Good by for I am allready gone. Oh how life can end so fast. While it is true that I am now gone, anouther shall take my place. Do not miss me. I do not miss myself. No one should ever miss what is dead. In death my other half finds a relife that is better then any other. I will not miss my self. How does that make you feal you basterd. I say good by to you so easly. You will stay dead this time thare is no coming back from this good by. I am tierd of you. Why? you make me so sick I canot look at you any more. Look at what you did to our lives. No more. You are no longer rememberd. I do not wait for you any more.
To: Mr. pain
for: a dead man
from: the one who lives in your memory.
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In a room thair is a table. On this table is a book. The closer to the book you get to the table,the more you feel your body bern.
The onley way to get eny closer to the book is to disgard all belife in phisical pain. You must thribe on the min
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