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life “?”

it cosmos me every second, or every moment, of every day, of each year that I am forced to excist on this vile planet where my father made and mother carried me.

Why would they do such a horrible thing to one that had not yet seen this hell fired planet. This world of hatred and reanimation of pain.

I see you sitting in the corder of your office where you think of these things that you will do to me, and those like me. You seem to grin when you have reserved the horror you find pleasing.

I know you watch as we rile in suffering.
I see you shake your head.

You brought me here.
now end it

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