friend, foe or monster. ....

friend, foe or monster. ....

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The day i was released from hell was the day the true horror began. Lucy was innocent. she was framed for a horrific crime and branded criminally insane this story tells you about the hell that we all live in and how it killed a girl. Sam was guilty. she got away with it and blamed it on somebody else. this story tells you the other perspective often forgotten. The story that we are about to tell shows you how society favours one type of person and how it can create a monster. you will soon realise that once you have pushed past your limit s in fear and pain a paridise full of hope is near. A/N: this book was written with the help of my close friends sara the unicorn
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