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talk there
i'm sick of it. [amongst other things.]

i feel i am a humiliation project....
being poked and prodded against my will.
what? are they waiting till i explode?

cause the bitch keeps talking.

i'll tell them to shut up next time. she's not their fix. she's mine.

i'm so sick of this.


too many. fuck them all. i don't have to do anything. who tells me what to do?!

the dying has made her last wish: i'm taking her with me. just wait.