Corruption
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Last published Thu, Feb 26, 2015
I'm not sure what these dreams are telling me. They fill the void of loneliness and fear. I don't understand why people can't see the scars, like I do. Why they insist on such things and why I'm kept here.
All I really know is that my 'friends' will help me out.
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