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No more......

Can one sleep at night with these fairest of moonlights? I count my loneliness in effortless moments. I am nothing to love. I am dead to compassion. I belong to no one. I can not go on living. I can not bear the thought of one more night. Death seems fitting.......inviting..... I am without God. I have set fire to the world. I have set my soul a flame. Nothing can console my anger. I am not calm. Am I suicidal??? I need therapy. I need help. I need death.

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