Finally Free
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Complete Mon, Mar 31, 20146m
I don’t know how long I’ve been trapped here. It feels like forever. Stuck in the darkness. I’ve tried to escape, but it’s useless. I’m stuck. The darkness closes in on me, making me drown in it. I can’t breathe. Wherever I turn, I can’t escape it. I’m like a caged animal. Stuck in a big, dark, empty, hole. Nowhere to go.
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