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Operator:Sucide hotline how may i help you?
How do you think you can help me im about to hit the fucking rope and sit here and swing untill i choke i just got done snorting four lines of coke i got so many tabs on acid on mi tongue is starting to melt holy shit im going to hell i cant beleveie this shit i just got outa jail mi life is a liveing hell the suicidel thoughts are starting to double beating each other in the face with a fucking shovel ohhh shit i think im in trouble all these little leppercons all over mi grass cussing mi ass saying i got their pot of gold bitch i broke as a joke and you think i really got a pot of gold oh no so theirs a look into mi life do you see why i wana fucking die
Operator: sir please calm down ive hear it all before you are a worthless piece of shit that deserves nomore than a hole in the ground no deeper than 2 feet deep were the animals can dig you up and dover your meat you think your so fucking sweet and your alwys bitching about how your wife hates you and your family disclaimed you i may be the best therapist alive but hell even i say you should die
Written by thepunisher (PsyChopAth)
Published | Edited 26th Sep 2013
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