My Personal Hell

My Personal Hell

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There he was in my dream as if a beautiful nightmare. I could hear the raspy voice off in the distance that has no face. We're making the deal he says, I help you I get your soul he says. He's helping me avenge the ones that I loved that got murdered. For when he holds up his end of the bargain I hold up mine and I'm his for eternity. My mother always warned me not to sell my soul to the Devil.
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What can I say? This has been a labour of love for me. Our hero isn't a hero on purpose. He's in the wrong place at the right time. He's just trying to survive in a world he doesn't belong to. When the time comes and someone has to step up to help innocent victims of war and slavery, he can't say no. Not because he thinks he can change something, but because he knows nothing will ever change if NOone stands up.

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