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Bliss.Mom, I am well aware we haven't been keeping in touch, I wrote this letter to you, not as a sign of wanting to stay in touch, but rather the opposite. It's a story I needed to tell you. Don't take it as a sign of forgiveness, quite the opposite. It is simply a informer to as where Devon and I have went over the years as a result of your " awesome" "parenting".Bliss.
He's alive That's all that ever mattered to me. It's all that ever will matter to me. I did whatever it took to keep him alive. No matter the circumstances. Those days that task wasn't so easy. He was only 22 but His brown hair turned grey &nb


Lucy's Closet. Lucy, was the whisper that hardly came out of his mouth, quiet, hushed, panicked. Please come out. He knocked once, softly with hesitance. Loo-Loo, he persisted.Lucy's Closet.
Silence was the only response. Come on, Loo. Please? He was desprate for some sort of acknowledgement of his presence, of his plea. Silence and a closed door was all he got. Rejection and solitude. Things will never be the same, he began to cry.
Devon Bliss was a bitter man. Sores and scabs decorated his filthy, unwashed, unsightly skin. Braces held his rotted teeth in
Gengar.| Disclaimer Some of the gallery is old. I don't have very much writing. The newer pictures are a different style. You may proceed. |

"Trout, incidentally, had written a book about a money tree. It had twenty-dollar bills for leaves. Its flowers were government bonds. Its fruit was diamonds. It attracted hhuman beings who killed each other around the roots and made very good fertilizer. So it goes." |
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there's no time like the present
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Perryboi*)
In this exchange I often touch myself!
I appreciate your support.
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Vampire baseball.
Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons for you are crunchy and good with ketchup.
I use the Report Deviation button. Ha ha.
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