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Ghaziabad, India

I am the walking dead heartbreaker... my apologies... I'm happy you'll never understand... what it's like to be... trapped under six feet of... solid glass... I can see out, but no one gets in... Screaming at the prison... I've locked myself into.. I'm sorry that I'm still breathing... and that I'll Kill again... but the loneliness is too much... for me to handle. the taste of fresh blood... pushes me on. I.. told myself.. the con..stant pain.. could ease..the tension... burning inside.. But the nights... were cold... and the days... dragged to weeks... I will die... here alone... I will die.. The fear of