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Submitted to Contest #46
I remember the first time I ever created something so beautiful. It was years ago, on a gloomy, rainy day. I found solace in days like those, but this day was the day I stitched pain into art. I was 13 when my mom , Savannah and dad, Micheal died in a car crash. The man that killed them was drunk off his ass, and too intoxicated to even see straight. Once he came to in the hospital, he immediately let out a scream of anguish all could hear, even me. I was in the other room, being told that my only loved ones were gone. My screams mixed with ...
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