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There is no definate clue as to whether this place is supposed to serve a purpose as a punishment for me or a reward or even just to keep me out of the living world but I know that I don't like it. I've tried to think of what I did during my life that would make me go to heaven and what would make me go to hell but I can't decide on which side this is. I made a list of pros and cons for this place but decided that it's a draw. On one side there's all my belongings and I'm not hurt so it's kinda like heaven, but on the other side I'm extremely lonely and sad so it's a lot like hell. I stopped finding good things from my life and started getting things like socks and my razor. I pulled the razor blade from the razor and am thinking about trying to end it tonight but I'm not sure if I can go through with it. The very thought of slicing my wrists makes my spine shake.

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