Hell With A Smile.
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Ongoing7m
Last published Mon, Aug 1, 2016
This isn't just about any random event or story, it isn't just another read through for entertainment, this wasn't a figurative phrase or word, this was me, actually living in hell and smiling through it..... I felt lost whenever I heard people talk about love, care, warmth and affection.... To me, I would barely or never know what this was all about, I saw anything genuine as a fade off and a figment of people's imagination..... I am Andy Hunter and this is the existence I came to call mine...
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