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ADRENALINE RUSH IS LIKE MY ALCOHOL.
I can't do it anymore now. I can't live the life that I lived. I must forget my past; I must forget what I've done.

Or I will succumb to them.

But my past is coming back to me. It's suffocating me.

And I can't escape it anymore.
For me Death is a mere comfort which cannot be reached.

(A story coming from a random daughter of serial killers.)

#highestrank:22 in horror