Underneath The Darkness

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I young man at the age of 23, had kidnapped and stolen a man, he had been using him to make paintings, he boards up his apartment and hides from police, he is depressed and on the verge of killing himselfAll Rights Reserved

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Tue, Mar 10, 2015

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