Isolated

Isolated

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I'm kinda like a bug in the dark; if I see a bright light in a dark room I'm gonna to head towards it. This is not always a good thing. When your 16 years old, only have one person to talk to and have never been outside, its hard to trust people. I'm not aloud to look out the window he says, it's dangerous he's says. Neither is Dana, she calls me Kathleen but I like Katie. But he calls us slaves, the man who keeps us here. He's evil, he does stuff to us and makes us clean, or any biding of his choice, until it's time to sleep. We can never leave, never. You may think their is a way, that there is hope. I hate to tell you but hope an illusion.
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We all have a story to tell, a closet full of skeletons that beckon us with devilish claws. They taunt and terrorize those who are helpless to overcome them, who do not have the strength to fight against it. Hell, I'm one of those people. I let the past get to me, drag me into an oblivion of loneliness and distance from other humans. I may not seem like it; in fact, I'm probably the friendliest person you'll ever meet, but try to get close and I'll only push you away. That is...until I met him. The man who was just as messed up as me inside, who I suddenly became desperate to be near even if his presence was a toxicity. Somehow, he seemed to feel the same. But I knew that it had to end at some point. If I let you in, you'd just want out. If I tell you the truth, you'd fight for a lie. If I spilt my guts, it would make a mess we can't clean up. If you follow me, you will only get lost. If you try to get closer, we'll only lose touch. But you already know too much, and you're not going anywhere.

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