Shadows
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Ongoing6m
Last published Fri, Feb 6, 2015
All of my life I was alone. No one to help me, no one to care for me, and no one to save me... I needed more time to figure things out, to solve the mystery, the main puzzle in my life. I wanted to live I wasnt ready to die, but shit happens.
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