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Feather of a golden bird by ~denisesilver
GuiltGuilt by ~denisesilver
It was cold and dark outside. His clothes were drowned by rain n'blood. His eye had turned black. He had bruises over his whole body, but the most painfull was the cut on his back. It was deep "Tommorrow," he thought "I don't want to, but I need new clothes. even if that means I have to steal from innocent people." He was skinny, too skinny. His old jeans was hold up by a small rope and the soles of his shoes were outworn. He tried to sleep, but he was in to much pain. "I should go to the hospital maybe they can fix it a bit. They won't recognise me. I don't look like a buisness man's son anymore. How long has it last already? Four, five year
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