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Hell inspires. If it didn�t why would so many novels have been condemned by religious leaders? Why would books have been banned and burned..
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Struggling for breath, I swim a sea of broken concrete. Occasionally I pass by a rotted corpse composed of unwanted things. Broken glass. Rusted bottl..
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Bang, went the hammer against the cold metal of the nail. Bang, it went as it cut through the tender flesh on a young wrist. Bang and tears fell from ..
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The rain was coming down in heavy sheets but I didn�t pay any attention. My clothes were already soaked through anyway. I stared down at ..
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