This Place
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Ongoing6m
Last published Sun, Apr 3, 2011
I am trapped in the never ending mystery of what happened that night. I have parts of the story, but no one else knows what I do. I have the final pieces of this mystery, this national mystery. I am said to be mentally unstaable. They don't know the half of it. This Place has forever changed me. I am now on my journey of justice and name clearing.
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