All Alone
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Concluida lun, jul 29, 20197m
Time seemed to tick slowly as I crouched down on the floor. People in their uniforms passed by me as I sat in a corner. The shackles on my hands clanged loudly against the cold tile floor. My orange shirt and pants seemed to flame and smolder against my skin, suffocating me. How did I even get here?
I closed my eyes from exhaustion. How many days has it been since I have been here? Will I ever even get out? My head hits the cold concrete behind me. If only I didn't make that decision... if only I listened to my mom's warnings.
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