Song recommended: Work By Charlotte Day Wilson
Happy reading pretty little leagues
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"You don't know pain," she started as she rubbed her hands together, trying to give herself some sort of warmth though the room was warm enough. "You don't know pain until everything crashes down on you and you don't know where to turn or who to call. You don't know pain until you are calling out to strangers as though Messiah's, hoping that one of them will admit to being one. You see cheating is one thing, I've met fellow prisoners who have given up their entire life to kill the pain who simply cheated on them.
