Trapped
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Last published Wed, Jul 2, 2014
I feel trap inside, lost in thought and no where to go to for help. I was trapped in a stranger's basement, wandering who would find me? is anyone looking for me? does anyone care about me? Ali a young girl has been Kidnapped by someone she thought had loved her but have the tables been turned
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