Thief of the Night
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Last published Tue, Apr 23, 2013
(Orginally called The Fall)I’d never wanted this. I had wanted the exact opposite of it actually. I had wanted to be free and without a care, but doesn’t everyone? But now I could never be free now, I was too far gone in the society that I now called family.
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