Dear Mr. Universe,
Why oh why does it have to be this way?
Please help me.
Hear me out.
I just want it all to end.
I don't want to do this anymore.
Just make it all stop.
My head is so clouded.
These intrusive thoughts are taking over.
I miss the peace.
I miss the silence.
What am I supposed to do?
Where am I supposed to go?
It's all so dark.
I haven't seen the light in so long.
I'm not sure there is light anymore.
It's taking over and I can't stop it.
Take me away from this life.
Give me my life back.
I just want to live.
I just want to be ok.
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