What Our Souls Are Made Of

What Our Souls Are Made Of

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Slater Adams Some would say I have no soul. Hell, some might even call me the devil himself because I have a tendency to not give a shit. I buried myself in drugs, alcohol, and sex. Not like there was anyone to stop me. And not that I wanted someone to stop me. But then Parker showed up. Even though she didn't talk I could see her. We shared something in our eyes... something in our souls. Parker Williams The last time I spoke was in the eighth grade. Then my brother died in a car accident that was my fault. My parents blamed me for it so I decided to close my mouth forever.
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