Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: Spiraling down the staircase, straight to Hell. The pain is torturous. This is my sick fantasy, where the suffering never ends; where the ceilings constantly bleed. In this vile, cold, dark room, shackled hands, chained to the wall. How do I end this right now? I bash my head into the concrete wall until my skull caves in; until I'm dead inside. I want to feel this pain pouring out of my eyes. I fall to the floor. My body grows numb. Eyes wide open, here I lie alone. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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