Street Of Hell Comments

Growing up on the street of hell is a painful story to tell mom, but if I ever had the time, I would tell her about the day I survive the bloody night. My only fear is I hope she would understand and forgive her son.
Street of hell is a hill top to my fallen half, but after today only blood should remain.
Sorry to tell you this ma
It all started on the early Sunday morning when I easily wake up on the wrong side of the bed and choose to turn my back on the tradition.
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