The Trunk

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Alone. Sitting in a trunk. In a tight and uncomfortable position.

Only sound I hear are raindrops hitting against the car. Only thing I see is the shadow of the windshield wiper going left and right, clearing the rain.

My eyes are blinded by the darkness around me and my thoughts are clouded by the depression inside me. 

Send help.

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