To start, I survived. Often turning my face to the wall and resolving to die. But every time- every single time- I was greeted by some strange hand. Some billowing voice with a resounding message of hope.
Read MoreTo start, I survived. Often turning my face to the wall and resolving to die. But every time- every single time- I was greeted by some strange hand. Some billowing voice with a resounding message of hope.
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