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This was a true story. And this was the thing that formed who I am today.
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Zealful with cheeks whipped by the wind, children scramble around old tree branches searching out last minute hiding places for the Game that Haloween night. Youthful bodies bundled in winter jackets huddle together, so wry sby Writing0Freedom 1000 words, 1 comment, on Nov 2 1:59 AM 2008. In Attack, Death, Life, Losing innocence, Pain, Sad, Tragedy, Trauma
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by Without List 700 words, 5 comments, on Oct 20 9:07 PM 2008. In Dark, Father, Friendship, Hospital, Language, Murder, Son, Trauma, Young adult
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by Without List 500 words, 12 comments, on Oct 12 4:06 PM 2008. In Crime, Dark, Horror, Murder, Psychological, Trauma, Young adult
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shaved my bottom lip of...
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The kiss. The razor blade kiss. It was so beautiful. A soft bubble of red, deep red blood came from the cut. She smiled.
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