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Police asking him
about a break-in next door
Me: "how many died?
About the Creator
Jess S
One day I will be myself again,
and this darkness might come to an end,
and all doubt will cease,
and all strength will rise.
One day my tinted memories will be left behind,
and I will be able to see the world through a clear lens.
I AM
This is not who I thought I would be. Before my family was captured and forced into slavery, I had aspirations of becoming a wealthy business owner or possibly a scholar and philosopher. Becoming a warrior was the furthest thing from my mind. Unfortunately, our Roman conquerors had other plans.
By Mark Gagnon3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Hahahahahahahahaha I might get in trouble for saying shit like this!