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November 15, 2007

Michele: Alone in the Dark

It's dark in here, and cold. Snow comes in through the broken window and gets in my face and freezes my eyelashes. I can't get out of its way because my legs are hurt and I don’t think I can move. I hear things scurrying across the floor but I can't see them. Sometimes the moon moves out of the clouds and I see shadows of what's with me and it scares me. They smell blood and the exposed meat on my bones. They’re hungry. I am alone.

Where did you go?

And why did you leave me like this?

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