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... my skin before the true constant, nightmarish stinging would begin and I knew no one was here to stop it again. I looked past the oppressive pressing darkness, hoping for a glimmer of hope for the cell doors to open and for me to be told that the truth had been revealed.
But I had learned long ago that the moon did not answer prayer—at least it didn’t listen to mine.
I wished instead again this time for a window but the moon had given me that before and I had chosen the embrace o ...
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