Nameless
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- Parts 3
Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Sat, Jun 29, 2019
Growing up surrounded by strangers, feeling imprisoned for far too long.
Kept hiding what I could do, at the expense of my heart and soul.
No one needs to know, the game of death has begun.
I can't trust anyone, trust no one.
I suddenly saw this person, acting like an angel from above.
Was this really heaven sent or did someone just sent me the angel of death?
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