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The Convict's Last Meal - A short story
The Convict's Last Meal They put my food on the clean, metal table. They put it down so gently that the china wares did not create e...
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When I was young, I used to think that adults are always right. When they tell me something, I immediately believed it because I a...
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Staring at the screen while squeezing the dried material of what makes my brain makes my head felt voider than ever. I am still battli...
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Part 2 So as I grew up, I began to question my very own understanding of this world. I started to go to school, began to le...

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