The last breath (part 1)
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Last published Sat, Jun 29, 2013
"Along the trail of the living and the dead, I find death more appealing. The world is a hellish of a place compared to the likes of heaven an almost the likes of hell. The death of disease and murder has caused my life to be painful. Alone with a father that's barley home, and one friend that barley talks to me, i don't believe my pain will ever end. Ever since they died and left me here in this life. My name is Jake and here is how my pain began."
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