it isn't all roses

it isn't all roses

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There is a phrase in life that goes "if you love something set it free and if it really loves you, it will come back." I always thought that phrase was stupid, because if you love something why should you set it free? That was until I almost lost him. When you are faced with the choice of you dying or the person you love dying you always choose yourself no matter the consequences. Because it is better for them to be alive than for you to have to go through life without them. My name is Kaitie Stornbrush, and this is the story of how I died.
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I was a victim of a serial killer-the only one who made it out alive. I was kidnapped when I was 19. Kept in a small, suffocating room with no light, no sense of time, no hope. My only companions were the screeching of rats and the silence that gnawed at my sanity slowly. I tried to escape-of course I did. But the room offered nothing. No tools, no weak points. Nothing. My captor knew this. He made sure of it. So I stopped hoping for freedom. I knew how this story would end. And when I dreamed, it was of light and voices-a cruel trick of my mind. Until one day, the dream felt different.

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