Introduction

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          Blood dripped swiftly to the cold, cement of the alleyway. It felt so painful, yet so good. Tord fell into depression soon after the 'incident' with his only friends, the friends that supported him the most, now gone...He was also kicked out of the Red Army for being 'to weak'. Now he has no where else to go other then the cold, lonely alleyway, where all the rejected, forgotten people go to spend the rest of their lives. Tord was always starving himself, because he thought he did not deserve food, but not just that, Tord always had a knife with him, that he always uses to cut his flesh. But, all of that changed, at this one specific day. . . . . . . .


(130 words)

Sorry it's short y'all   -<-

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