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Jul 30
This pressure on my chest,
is foreign.
I've never felt it before, but it hurts.
I do not know why or where it came from.
But it's there,
and it is persistent.
It hurts so much, but also strangely,
the thoughts of death it brings, feel so comforting.
I'll never do it though, I'm just entertaining the idea.
He did not give me breath only for me to take it away so soon.
I'm so young and he tortures me so, but I hope he also shows me paradise.
Soon hopefully, I don't know how long I can keep this going
Every night I feel the pressure growing. I'm starting to doubt everything, even my own faith and hope for salvation. I pray the devil hasn't already suckled my blood.
M Groen
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M Groen  17/M
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