Whispers may become shouts, shouts may turn to screams, screams then die down to tears, tears may eventually become laughters. The laughters grow louder as my pen bleeds into whatever the demon dictates me .. there is no way out of this.
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Not Really... A Cat!
There is a first time for everything, right? But could the first time be also the last?
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I still fin...
