I have so much meaning. Oblivion breaks me. It allows me to cry over someone's sadness when I can't already identify my own. I offer you my pain. I drown. You left. I ask you this, "Where am I?"
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Story by Shereë Margrethe
TRAITOR BLOOD
We all have two options: Kill or get killed.
Grethe Honson, a college student is faced with a dilemma of surv...
