February 15, 2012
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I walk at night in the pitch black I feel them breathing on my neck whispering for me to go with them te spurts try to protect me but there stronger , they drag me to the burning pit of fire they want me to be one of them, a demon, a killing destroying machine, so before I get lashed one thousand times with a fiery wip across my chest an back I have something to tell you hell hurts the pits of fire burn but death is peaceful

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