From the time I was little I learned how to turn my feelings off. Trouble was, they stayed off. Then one day I met booze and they turned back on. I thought I’d found the solution, but what I really found was hell. Today my off switch is broken. There is no off, only on.
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Chapter One The prison bars he was trapped behind closed with a final clang. The sound reverberated through his jaw and down his back. It echoed down the miles of endless hallways. The shouts and taunts began immediately. “Come here bitch.” “Yo boy, you be my bitch now.” “Hey pretty boy.” “Come say hello
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