Plea for Second Chamce

I became a monster a few minutes ago. My head hurts like some nerves are about to burst. My heart hurts like its about to go out.

This is what happens when you force things with you. Innocent people get hurt. You get hurt. You get sick. You die without getting what life is for.

I don’t want to die unhappy. I don’t want to get sick. I don’t want to get hurt anymore. 

Please give us a second chance. Please. Please.

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