Unit 101
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- Parts 1
Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Mon, Apr 28, 2014
I sit in the darkness. I havent seen the sunlight in 4 years. The synthetic light hums quietly in the corridoor. I cant remember outside. The sun seems like a distant memory and I cant remember the last time I felt the wind on my face. I cant hear footstep coming up the corridoor. My chest tightens. I am vunerable and weak. I know I cant stop them this time. Can I survive the pain? I given up on crying. The tears cant save me. I hang my head in submission and wait for what will come.
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