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Depressing story o.o
You walk around the place you had known. Suddenly, fearful memories return. You try resisting the sadness and despair. You have always lost, and fallen into deep darkness. You try to find help, or someone you can depend on. No one will help you, you are always by yourself. Everyone stares at you, snickering behind your back. What could they do? What can you do? Nothing. Nothing, nothing. If you cannot rescue yourself, how can you rescue others? No one is pure, no one cares, and no one will help. You are always alone, all by yourself. You've always been used. People use you, and then throw you away like trash. Once they are done using you, they search for another person to use. It's an endless cycle. No one can stop it, and you can't too. You try to cry, but you have cried all your tears away. It's hopeless. No one cares about you. You may scream your voice away, and all they do is glare. They think you are mad, or insane. But you know, soon this world will end. The pain you have suffered will be gone in a second. After you have killed yourself. But, you are too scared. Scared at everything, you are weak. You cannot do anything, all you can do is escape. You run through the streets all day long, searching for something you have forgotten long ago. What is your purpose? You've seen others cry about their lives. However, have they experienced your pain? As they cry in agony, you think about the pain you have suffered. You heart stops beating. Your mind is blank. What happens to you? As you regain yourself, you glance at your hands. Why are you holding a knife? And why are your hands drowned with blood? What have you done? As you look around, you see a corpse. You are frighten, and yet you dash away. You continue running, running, and running. Will this clean your sins?
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