Trapped (ON HOLD)
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Do you know what it feels like to be trapped in a small box? How about in a locker? Naaah lets make it a room. It sucks right? Without any lights coming inside, only laughter of those bullies and all you could do is close your eyes, sit in the corner accept the darkness and have a little hope and pray.
Hope and pray that someone could find you offer his or her hand and help you out of your misery. But no, that is not how our world works. Even if they find you they will just look at you, pitied you, they will give a comment like in facebook but no one, I will repeat 'NO ONE' will help you. Well maybe, some will try to save or help you; they will try... only when it's already late, when there's have nothing left to save.
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