My Grace of Life [INCOMPLETE]

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Clap my hands together. Close my eyes. And...breathe in and out. I have found my place where I belong. "No one can scare or bully me or you now..." a soft voice from the calm sweet breeze says "You are in a place where no one can hurt you. A place where people are loved, and cared for... You may play, adventure, and rest in a graceful peace. You may come and go. Anywhere and anytime as you wish..." but I knew I had to return to the place I wish to never speak of. I quickly open my eyes and ran to the kitchen for a cookie and a water bottle, then grabbed my worn out sneakers and the flashlight. I love to explore the attic and the basement. There was an old book talking about a science class that had to find out what was making the whole school throw up.

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