May 28, 2012
Claustrophobia. Fear and worry start to take over. Clothes behind, left and right. So small and confined. The gun, oh the gun, death right outside this door. Nowhere to run nor escape, can't even hide. No light. No hope. Each footstep creating a faster beat in my heart. Forgot to lock the door,ignorance. Creak,bang,blood staining clothes, emptiness.

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