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(Created page with "By: Skye Posted on: September 22, 2004 I don't have a name, I don't have a home. I have nothing... The streets are filthy, always occupied... the rats, they nip at my feet....") |
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~A "thud" is heard and the blinding pain so excrutiating that it becomes barely | ~A "thud" is heard and the blinding pain so excrutiating that it becomes barely | ||
felt, the pained cry unheard... or ignored...~ | felt, the pained cry unheard... or ignored...~ | ||
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