Help Me
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Last published Wed, Nov 24, 2021
I can remember the peaceful days. The days where no one betrayed me. It was just me in my house. No one to bother me or hurt me.
The trees softly dancing with wind. The leaves gracefully falling to the ground. The clouds looming over the sky to signal danger. The thunder singing a hymn of danger. The rain pounding on the roof letting me know to enjoy their company before they betray me. The animals hiding to avoid him.
I could sense him watching me.
I could sense him waiting
I could sense him longing me.
I could sense his smile as he prepared his plan.
Help me
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