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Ongoing, First published Jul 12, 2015
It's like being dead for seven years, Waking to a land unfamiliar. Living with people, so hard to understand without knowing the truth. . What's it like to be seven again, to see my father, not knowing what is to come? What's it like not having a cold heart, a heart of stone? . What's it like to let people push you around without consequence? A life of dread...All Rights Reserved
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