I like to be,
the one you look to for help,
your advicit,
your helper.
Don't make it harder thin it has to be. Don't say my name.
Pleas I beg you, eas this pain. I feal the pain and yet know not from whare it came. I can not hear you say my name. Maybe I should take the blame.
You killed me once. Twas onley my name.... my name the knife you used.
my mind is fragile and brused. How can I take in more abuse. With onley my name I am so lost. my head is nothing but empty thoughts. my soul is tied in a hundred knoghts. ready or not.
Close my eyes and end this plot.
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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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