Beginning Of The End
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Ultima publicare lun, sep 16, 2019
Alone. I've always been alone.Or at least that's how my life has panned out since the horrific death of my loving mother,one event is all that's needed to completely tear a life apart into completely nothing.School ending was the worst moment of my life,and I'm being COMPLETELY serious! The summer of 2003 bruises cover every inch of skin on my body,Losing the love of my life to a senior jock and being alone sitting in my room with nothing to do while he slams his fists against the locked wooden door.Pleasant right? Well not until it was the final night for pain and suffering, I was free from it for the brief moment before crazed,man eating monsters who would stop at nothing to get a piece out of you roamed the earth.
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