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A Story by J.C
The middle aged man had scratches and bruises forming. A trail of blood ran down his face. The blood was his tears; they only started off with a few d..
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A Poem by J.C
Heart flutters -- it’s pace increases rapidlyThadump…...thadump….thadump..thadumpthadumpthadumpLike the moment seeing your biggest..
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