My will to live is worthless to the monsters who call themselves the human race. They are monsters after all. Their evil and their evil has ruined the suicide system but it’s made their civilisation what it is. A civilisation created by monsters. OF COURSE I NEED TO DIE. I live amongst monsters. Because I live amongst monsters I need to die. But I live amongst monsters so they force me to live so they can enjoy watching me suffer. They are monsters after all. They love seeing me suffer. They’ve never seen me suffer enough to satiate their appetites. Even after they decimated my will to live as if it is worthless. That wasn’t enough. They wanted to see me suffer more 

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