
by ThePIggy
Where am I, what am I, and who am I? The white endless room of suffering is all I know. I have tried to run from insanity though I have failed many times. I want to die. I'm dying now yet I don't want to die but that what Is wanted I wanted to be set free by deaths hands to be free from the white abyss and my suffering but "I want to live!"
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