Sonata/ AU ON HOLD
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I had never given much thought to my life, the way growing up in rural Oklahoma affected your feelings of religion, the deep dark afflictions that brewed deep within you. My classmates however always felt the affliction of sin. Wether it was drugs, sex, alcohol or possession to be anything but perfect. I obliged by the rules, anything to fly under the radar of The First Baptist Church.
I never knew what was coming, had I known I was opening the gates to hell six months earlier maybe I would have stayed as far away from him as I could of but then again. We all have one uncontrollable desire and he was mine.
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