They Called My Name
- LETTURE 5
- Voti 1
- Parti 1
In a place where both the joy of life and the sorrow of death are common place...
I was kidnapped, teased, held against my will, and tortured.
Escaping was the only thing in m mind...
and whether or not there was a possibility if this place could crumble down before they called my name.
*There are a couple hyperbolas*
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