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Cold Call
I blink
My heart hammers in my chest
I breath
My eyes dart everywhere
I panic
My thoughts escape me
I whimper
My voice runs away
I quiver
My hands stay tied
I cry
My tears run down my cheeks
I shiver
My ankles stay shackled
I scream
My instincts evade me
I shake
My ears hear them
I pause
My eyes see them
I wait
My stomach churns
I screech
My blood runs free
I fight
My skin burns
I kick
My legs break free
I scratch
My limbs hit flesh
I punch
My strength doesn't win
I squeal
My blood pours out of my stomach
I stop
My legs buckle
I lay
My breathing rasps
I die
They win...
My heart hammers in my chest
I breath
My eyes dart everywhere
I panic
My thoughts escape me
I whimper
My voice runs away
I quiver
My hands stay tied
I cry
My tears run down my cheeks
I shiver
My ankles stay shackled
I scream
My instincts evade me
I shake
My ears hear them
I pause
My eyes see them
I wait
My stomach churns
I screech
My blood runs free
I fight
My skin burns
I kick
My legs break free
I scratch
My limbs hit flesh
I punch
My strength doesn't win
I squeal
My blood pours out of my stomach
I stop
My legs buckle
I lay
My breathing rasps
I die
They win...
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