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| Woe is me! I am spooky. I'm so spooky, it pains the inards of my soul. | |
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| My constant social rejection has gotten me SO low that my insides are burning like the 7th Level of Hell. Twisting, burning, and screaming, they are calling for an end to all my suffering. | |
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I love making fun of myself....
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| ...But NO! I MUST go on, so i can pretend to be scary and twisted when really, i'm squeamish around the slightest bit of blood. I shall make a call!...Damn you cruel world. | |
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| Suicide Hotline, please hold. | |
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