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Standing at the top of stairs leading to a door. Stairs made of stone, carved and set in place, each stone dedicated to my walk. Each...
Apr 9, 20192 min read
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YOUR TIME HAS COME
Your time has come. Your devastated child stomped without conscious thought. Oblivion seemed to be the ultimate goal where a dark, quit...
Apr 9, 20181 min read
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