My Voice has been silenced.
My Protests left unheard.
My Screams for mercy ignored.
My Shouts for justice fall gracefully on deaf ears.
The vile stench comes pouring out and corrodes all it touches.
I feel as though my soul has been raped and left for dead.
I am a shell only resembling the past.
I am dead inside.
Start the Countdown
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We're moving to Argentina. Yup, that Argentina. To properly prepare for
leaving Utah, we've made a substantial bucket list of what we really
want/need t...
10 years ago
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