Camp Suicide
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Last published Sun, Nov 17, 2013
I don't remember how this happened. I just remembered that it hurt. It hurt to look at him, it hurt to see what horrible things I had done. It hurt to know that I could never hold him in my arms again. And these are the actions that led to the pain.
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