A.C. Black

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When they strung him up from the tree, I did the only thing I could. I got into his head and brought him back to the place we used to play. I let him sit by the creek and be at peace while the life drained out his body as he hung from that noose.”
A.C. Black
Ow why am I crying
The Dead Children's Playground
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