But this time, they're real.

I want to know safety. I want to know love. I want to know where I am. I want to know if I can be free. I want to know how I can escape. I am scared. I am alone. I am pain. I am lost. I am trapped. But I know I am safe. But I know I am warm. But I know I am with company. But I know I am alive. But I feel dead. But I feel caged. But I feel cold. But I feel terror. The last thing she saw was the cracks in the sidewalk. The last thing she heard was, Oh Shit. The last thing she thought was if her mother was okay.

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Before any of you ask.

Yes. I'm perfectly fine.

I'll even cross my heart and spit on the floor, if you like.