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My pain is life. what life i have , ihate everyone. even my self.i wish i could stop it ,but my voices keep me pulling on.they get so loud i can't understand. my head explodes with pain .shouting at my self to stop . i wont do this any more.                                                                                                                                                       i pick up my ax any way. stop your crying! it 'll only hurt for a second or to... jus wanna see whats inside of you. swinging wildly out of controle.whack  first blow to the chest shattering her breast bone and ribs. blood spurts in to the air for a second. smiling at what i have done . the voice tell me do it again and again. don't stop. hacking and chopping into little bits of glessining meat. they stop . no more voices. not a word . peace at last.                                                                   still stairing at whats left of her body..same wicked smile on my face.. my pain is life. i said to my self.and walk a way. covered from head to toe in blood. small pieces of flesh cling to me. picking them off like little flys . my pain is life. suffering sweet suffering. my words i said as i faded away