23.9.04

My Crime

I am guilty of commiting a crime against myself...

I had to kill it; it was strangling me. I couldn't breath, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't even live.



I just got too tired of living for it. I now live for myslef only.

"However, I should warn you, that out of this action nothing good can come. For there is no greater crime and with worse consequences than that commited to your own essense"

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