I am a victim.
I wonder if I will ever get out of here.
All I hear is people screaming.
All I see is nothing but black.
I want to go home.
I am a victim.
I pretend to whisper.
I feel very aghast.
I touch something sharp with my blindfold on.
I worry if my parents will ever see me again.
I cry when he touches me.
I am a victim.
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