God forsaken
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Last published Sun, Jun 5, 2022
The best way I can explain this is... hell... the loneliness and guilt.
Was it my fault? I don't see how it could be, but from what I just learned it could have been.
My name is Nathen and I'm nineteen years old.
If anyone is reading this, please find us. Look for me (Nathen) or Marcus. (Mark.)
We are on Fifth Avenue Rose Street, 3870, Pentecostal Church, Georgia.
-Nathen
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