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As I sat in this prison like cell, I began writing. To me, it was like painting a talent-less picture. It was beautiful, with its toxic imp
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And it was on that night that I held him so close to me, that Jamie died.1
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I used to be a Catholic. I used to go to church, pray for something juvenile. I could pull religious paragraphss out of my mind. My siblings never understood it. We were not from a religious family. We werent atheists, we jusby BrokenFairy. 300 words, on Apr 24 9:48 AM
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