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By TC Age one, living life as a toddler lucky enough to have a father and mother Age two, growing up getting everything I want Age three, feels like I’m…
Read MoreBy AG Why the old cry when the young die? And when the young die A newborn opens their eyes for the first time Crime is programmed To the mind…
Read MoreBy GL Once upon a time . . . I lived my life, as though any day could of been my last. At the tender age of 15, that was…
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