I thought I was crying. Hoping, praying that someone would finally come and take me away. No. That's not what will happen. I was stuck with no way out. Voices have been drowned out with my screaming to keep them away. Yes. Far away from me.

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What do I do to find my escape? It seems to be so far, yet so close. So why am I crying? I'm almost out of here, and I'm crying more than ever. Just moments away of escaping here.

My heart keeps pounding, wanting to escape. I should let it out. Yes. I really should let it out. After that pain is away, then all I have to do is figure out why I'm still crying.

My hands feel broken. I think they are broken. I can feel them. My hands. My face. My heart. The only parts of me that I can feel. Is there something wrong with me? I have to move my hands in order to wipe my tears away. I have to move my hands in order to rip my heart out. There's something wrong with me.

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I realized I'm blind. And deaf. I can't hear. There really is something wrong with me. It isn't my deafness or blindness, either. I have to figure out why I don't feel right.

I see something now. A light. I beautiful light. I can hear again. I can see again. I can move. I can feel. There's something wrong with me. I turn my head back once to see my bloody, tear-free body. I turn back to the light and walk forward. I have escaped. I am free.

There really is something wrong with me.