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Every morning when I wake up I’m upset I don’t own a gun because I want to end it. I’m truly worthless to society. I’m fat and extremely hideous by all standards. I wish I was never born. I’m a waste of skin and a waste of space. The only thing stopping me is imagining how embarrassing it would be to make someone clean up my disgusting mess a final time.
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