The Only OneA Story by Chris W.The only one I cried out for help, knowing completely that it would be useless. How else can one hide the fear of being alone than to cry. I wish that the boat had made a full trip, Sadly I would not see what that was. I’m the only one on this island. Then I heard a snap.
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The Shadow On My Shoulder
There is an angel who sits upon my shoulder who goes by the name of Death... Stats
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