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A boy now, no older thana rope to a beam and the other end around his own neck I shook s of self-doubt and loneliness that reached out to ers I held a hand out to him Let me help you, I pleaded You’re not alone But his eyes were empty and he let hi He disappeared in a haze of thought

A girl slashing the tender skin of her ar to shadow that pain with a pain of her own choosing

A frail old woman robbed and raped, left bloody on the floor in her own house with no hope that either of her busy children would call or visit in tie was replaced by another Eht suffocate on despair I shookit to stop Someone help theirl pretending to sleep as the shadow of a e boy facedown in a pile of his own vo children, hacked by dull ed on their knees for mercy

Ainfant, plunging hi hi stopped Her dead eyes never looking away

"No! No!" I clawed at my hair, which ith tears

Five round, filled with unfounded hatred and blind fear as they kicked hie: He was black; he hite; he was Musliay And the fivehate for each victim, terrified of what they could not understand And there was a final crunching stomp on his face that ended it all

These were the very atrocities I’d avoided thinking about all ed theer I had tosounded on oing on in there? Open up!"

I openedflash of lightning

De The spirits were as large asblack wings that overlapped one another, even spanning through the walls Sos and claws

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I screaed into the headboard

"Anna!" Patti pounded now, but I could barely hear her "Open the door!"

Incest Kidnapping Molestation A serial killer taking his ti victim

The demons surrounded

What’s the eymen?