Where It All Began
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Last published Mon, Apr 29, 2019
// warning if you see and pictures that you know or recognize tell me and I'll take it down let's not have a lawsuit also ignore all of the Run on sentences//Also I'm not very good at spelling so if u see a mistake comment//
I don't believe in commitment. I have a scar to big, I bled too long to watch my brother go through that pain that cut me so deeply. The words that wounded my ears that made deaf to love to care to the world that was before me. I've seen darker and in my world there is still a spark of fire light living a world of rain. I watch the world walk by and my heart literally is rotting in a jail called a rib cage.. Read more to find out what happens.
// there is also a character whose family sometimes speaks Irish but I have also included the translated version next to it.
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