kidnapped
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Ongoing5m
Last published Tue, Jun 12, 2018
do you know what it feels like to be a prisoner but not in an actual prison......but in a small confined room with only a piece of bread to eat........with no mother to kiss goodnight.......no father to sing lullaby......
The answer is No.......you absolutely do not know what it means you don't know what it feels like......
It was me who suffered.......it was me who made that stupid mistake.......I wish I could go back in time and get that precious time back but that wish is only to sink and die within my heart......
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