Make a Sin, Make a Scene
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Last published Sun, Aug 27, 2017
So much pride and hope, yet so unlucky. Welcome to my life. My name is Juke and I aim to be your eyes, but I can't do that without living through this Hell. I'm so torn that at this point, my skin is rotting and I'm practically crazy. It's.... inconvenient. I can't feel much--- but I can feel pain. That's everyday.
Credits at the beginning of the book. (This is not MY real life, just a story told in first person.)
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