INITIAL STORY BY SHELLEY

I FUCKING KILLED MYSELF. I MADE IT. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. I CAN STILL HEAR HIM. 1
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STORY #1 (7 tweets, 2 participants)

I FUCKING KILLED MYSELF. I MADE IT. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. I CAN STILL HEAR HIM. 1 He's in my ear pounding away with his drum of death ready to take me back into that world the wuld i tried to escape 2. I can't even fight back into it, it's been fucking with me since the day I first saw him. 3 It was like 50 shades but the red room was white just covered in my blood and the stench of my regret 4. I was bleeding from the cracks in my chest and it smelled like heavy blood. I can't breathe. I can hear him calling me 5names. And a crazy fucking scream. I can force myself to move. I swear he's crying out something. It's not his voice anymore I can 6feel his breath on my neck. 7

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