WeaveYourWebOfLies
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ApocalypseA Story by WeaveYourWebOfLiesFifteen years ago I was born in the bustling city of New York in the height of the world. Everything was perfect…so perfect. No wars, no povert.. |
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One Last TimeA Story by WeaveYourWebOfLiesThe razor is cold but I press it deep into my forearm. Harder and harder until red bursts out like a flower out of flesh. I draw a line and the red sp.. |
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