Deep Down
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Last published Fri, Apr 3, 2020
Seventy-four weeks, so long for being in this cold stale room. They kept me entrapped because of the abilities that I knew so little about. I want to go- no I need to go. Even though I haven't had any interaction with anyone who is like me, there must be others who feel the same way as I do... right?
Little did I know, everything was so much more than it appeared.
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