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Sweet Nightmare(EDITING)
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Ongoing, First published Mar 09, 2014
Three weeks.  Three miserable, lonely, and long weeks. 

I been locked up for three weeks.  

I don't know where I'm at.  

I don't know what their intentions are. 

I don't who has me locked up.  

I don't know if I'm going to die.  

I'm so scared that whoever has me locked up will never let me go.
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