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Lost, forgotten, dismissed, alone.... Cast aside with light unshown... Tortured, lamented, exiled, dismayed.... Always told dues unpaid... Beaten, broken, cut, abused.... Those that do it, simply amused... Lashed, chained, bound, caught.... Left for dead, left to rot... Hallow, empty, useless, dead.... Why wasn't I taken care of instead?

   I'd been walking through the dark woods for what felt like an eternity, when suddenly something caught my eye. It was a sheet of paper, white and crisp as fresh snow. I was drawn to it intensely, I needed to go nearer to it. I felt myself walking torwards it, posessed by an odd force. The sheet of paper had crimson blotches of blood spattered carelessly across it. In hurried, frightened handwriting, it read "CAN'T RUN, CAN'T HIDE." Slowly, not even realizing what I was doing, I picked up and pocketed the note. I could suddenly hear my heart pounding in my ears. What had I just done? I turned around to leave the scene and almost walked into