“The Road to Hell is Paved with Good Intentions”
Louder than bombs… a round of fresh ammunition spills from the boy’s father, slurred by a coating of cheap gin, but lethal nonetheless. The shrapnel of a mother’s wail impregnates itself in his psyche, bleeding out any illusion of happiness. Leather. The stark, synthetic skin consumes DeShaun Holton, its cold claws chafing against his sandpaper-thin […]
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