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I destroyed that doll, hoping the sacrifice would somehow reverse time and bring my father back. I was a mad scientist and an angry child.

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It's like a door open at the side of the house and this cool breeze is blowing in over the back of my neck. The breeze is Death whispering and that do...more

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It hurts when they're gone. And it doesn't matter if it's slow or fast, whether it's a long drawn-out disease or an unexpected accident. When they're ...more