battle never ends
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Ongoing, First published Nov 22, 2019
Mature
This Is my confession, this Is how it happened. I hope that you can forgive me for ending my life to join my family. Because what I did was for revenge on the bastard that made me do It. If they found out they would have me hung or even shoot me, so I am deeply sorry for what I've done but they made me do It, and I could not live with myself knowing what hung over my life all the hate all the weight of the killing I just couldnt go on.



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