P.1 (pov. Azalea)

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The world was so silent around me, the quiet was almost deafening, in a weird sort of way. I tried to distract myself from the Hunger by tapping the rotting wooden walls into a tune. I shivered with cold, it was so dark ,so quiet and so empty. My tail was still snagged, stuck ripped on a pole that I assume was once this boats sail. I've been stuck here for about a week, my Tail has already started rotting away. Once in a while I let out a desperate cry for help, hoping some-mer finds me. I've already forgot what my family's faces look like...

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