I keep hoping that this isn’t real.
That their hands haven’t grabbed me by the shoulders, waist, legs.
They aren’t taking me towards the basement.
They won’t lock me down there.
They wouldn’t.
But even through the panic that envelops me I know that they will throw me down there, they know not what it is they do.
-heero
That their hands haven’t grabbed me by the shoulders, waist, legs.
They aren’t taking me towards the basement.
They won’t lock me down there.
They wouldn’t.
But even through the panic that envelops me I know that they will throw me down there, they know not what it is they do.
-heero
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