Keith Michael - Two Hells, and Theres No Coming Back

this is hell, where my fingers bled and ran down the walls and paint chips got under my nails, but the guy next to me is laughing his ass off. i cannot decide if he is more sane than i am, or just knew this is the path his life was taking. i for one would not be chuckling at all with what was happening to him, i won't go into detail because it was horrific but i felt a little bit better about my punishment after that.

Keith Michael

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