The Wanting
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Last published Fri, Jul 3, 2015
A story from a boy named Christopher's point of view. I myself do not have a faith in which there is a heaven or a hell or other related topics but i understand it is a popular theme of many peoples lives. This story may be triggering to some who are triggered by violence, drugs, abuse, death, and manipulation. Thank you for reading this blurb.
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