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i would like to thank phikling for living today his comment has made me wish to continue going

Your skin isn't a paper don't cut it
Your body isn't a book don't judge it
Your heart isn't a door don't lock it
Your life isn't a movie don't end it
You're beautiful
Be you.. Stay safe

WARNING! Carry on reading! Or you will die, even if you only looked at the word warning! Once there was a little girl called Clarissa, she was ten-years-old and she lived in a mental hospital, because she killed her mom and her dad. She got so bad she went to kill all the staff in the hospital so the More- government decided that best idea was to get rid of her so they set up a special room to kill her, as humane as possible but it went wrong the machine they were using went wrong. And she sat there in agony for hours until she died. Now every week on the day of her death she returns to the person that reads this letter, on a monday night at 12:00a.m. She creeps into your room and kills you slowly, by cutting you and watching you bleed to death. Now send this to ten other profiles on this one site, and she will haunt someone else who doesn't. This isn't fake. apparently, if u copy and paste this to ten comments in the next ten minutes u will have the best of your life. TIC TOC

Signed by Squidwock.

Who give you that ink, hmm? I asked you a question; who give you that ink, hmm? Citra give you that ink? My sister give you that ink, huh? You think that makes you one of us? You think that makes you like me, huh? California boy has got a hard-on for jungle fever. I'm gonna drive a bullet through my sisters' skull. Like I did your brother Grant. You are angry, Jason. You are angry. OK, I get that, I get it. I mean without family, who the ♥♥♥♥ are we? There was a time where I would do anything for my sister, you know? First time I ever killed was for my sister. But that was not enough for her. No, no, no, no, no, please.You see the thing about our loved ones, right? Our ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ loved ones, they come and they blindside you every ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ time. So they say to me, they say, “Vaas! Vaas! Who the ♥♥♥♥ is it going to be? Them or me? Me or them? Like, you know, like they ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ think that I need to make a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ choice! By the way, this lighter really sucks. You know, so much for poetics