Just me for the taking
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Last published Thu, Jun 15, 2017
I used to always think I was safe, Bill Cosby, ISIS, the London bombing, they were all a million miles away on the other side of the world. And me? I thought nothing could happen to me, I was always so safe.
How very wrong I was.
He stole me away, then hurt me, and did the most inexplicable things that anyone could do. But I have a plan to escape. I just need to put the plan in action before he kills me first.
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