ripping sheets to form a rope. slowly lowering myself to the ground. my feet are tender from atrophy. must learn to walk again, cant start with a run. diping hands into streams and clense my white skin with water so cold. there must be dogs coming, sirens must be sounding as i crouch down to breathe. escape cant be this easy or i would not be alone as i make my way down paths unmarked. the days are blending together and i have covered much ground, i have seen no one and heard no voices yelling from behind.........i slow my pace, there is no urgancy anymore. how could this be so easy, why did i stay captive for so long?
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