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the guy that kidnapped my daughter told me that i could have said the place of the house where i thought he hidden her and that if i was right he would have let me see her for the lat time.
without thinking i said "the basement" as it seemed like the perfect spot to hide someone and he answered with "you're right, be quick"
i entered the basement running down the stairs and when i got to the bottom i watched in horror my daughters head rolling on the floor, without her body.
i asked to the man on the other side of the phone what did this mean and he answered with a "too late" before ending the call.
i run in every other spot of the house where he could have hidden my beautiful daughter, and as i continued to find a pice of her in every spot i searched, i realized that every other answer would have been right too.
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Random Poems
Randomthis are some poems i wrote at like 3 am couse i couldn't sleep. And nothing. Maybe I'll publish more poems if I'll ever write more and maybe some short stories. Just know that a lot like A LOT of time may pass between a story/poem and another cause...
