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Eleven
TRIGGER WARNING: Suicide "I am having a hard time feeling sorry for you right now, Lennon. Was this not what you wanted? I heard you calling out to me all those nights that you would lay in your bed and beg me to come for you." His words felt like glass shattering in my face. I tried to pick up a rock and sling it at his face, but my hand just went through it. "Not like this, you bastard! I didn't ask for this!" I pointed my finger at my grave while scowling at the bastard. "You are a real piece of s.h.i.t if you think anyone would ever ask for this!" I screamed. His chuckle triggered something in me, and for the first time since I took my own hand, I let go. Slowly, I made my way to him on shaking legs. I got as close to his face as I could with our height difference, scowling into t
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