" Sometimes I felt I would die by wishing it when I went to sleep but I always woke up again and found I was still there. Every morning finding I'm still me, that's hell."

"Well, get out of hell then! The gate's open and I'm holding it!"

"I can't. I'm hell, myself. "

"Well, get out of hell then! The gate's open and I'm holding it!"

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" Sometimes I felt I would die by wishing it when I went to sleep but I always woke up again and found I was still there. Every morning finding I'm still me, that's hell.""Well, get out of hell then! The gate's open and I'm holding it!""I can't. I'm hell, myself. "