Alone {C.h.}
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Last published Tue, Sep 9, 2014
"What do you mean trapped?" He asked with a heartbroken expression.
I couldn't answer him. I couldn't even look him in the eyes. Tears dripped into my lap.
"How long have you been here Cierra?" He whispered.
"Six years."
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