"Eric. Eric! " I cry as I woke up as if from a nightmare. But my reality being my nightmare.
The bed feels moist and warm. From being dampened by my sweat and tears.
I reach my hand out towards the ceiling and slowly close my hand.
All this pain-- why?
Was it even worth it. The feeling of my throat getting tight and dry. It encourage tears to pour down.
All I know what to do now, is sob. Plainly cry out all my problems. So maybe one day, I can look back and say "I now have my shit together. "
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American in North Korea
AdventureEverything was going smoothly. You were offered a job from your dream place. The country you always admired. You are in disbelief to know where you now are. You are an American girl kidnapped when you were offered a job in South Korea and to find ou...
