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Ongoing, First published Jul 03, 2014
My mouth was filled with a metallic, red, sticky substance that was immediately recognized as blood. Everyday I awake to find bruises and my bones broken. "Why me?" I find myself asking. The answer will always be the same and comes quickly. Today is the day I've had enough. Today will be the day of my escape.All Rights Reserved