Fallen From Hell
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Last published Tue, Apr 29, 2014
The sound of this car driving away, is the sound of my life ending. Everything I knew or loved, is gone. Everything I wanted or dreamed, is dead. The car stops as we pull in front of a tall grey building surrounded by barbed wire. This is Hell ladies and gentlemen. This is Hell.
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