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My Scar.It was pouring rain. I could tell because I could hear it pounding against the cieling of my cell. There were no windows, so I wouldnt be able to know for sure. By myself, I sat against the east wall, face burried in my lap. I felt like a trapped animal with no hope left.I heard the bars of my cage open. I looked up to see two pairs on hands reach down and haul me to my feet. I learned the hard way not to speak or argue with them, so I just let them drag me to my next torture procedure. I knew nothing, yet they didnt believe me... ...They sat me down on a cold, wooden chair. Cold dark brown eyes looked down on me. "How did your paren
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