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A skull. A shell of death between me and my life. For years, that skull has stifled my better intentions. The bad people I know--the abusive guys and self-destructive friends--have been right there with me on the inside. But the good ones, the ones who cared for me--the ones I would have had to learn to care for in return--they haven't had a chance to break through.
A skull. A shell of death.
When does life become death?
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