Escape
By littlestar
Little mouse running through a maze and everytime it hopes for freedom its zapped for going the wrong way and soon all that’s felt is fear. Don’t move. Don’t sense. Don’t hope. For diappointment follows. Sit in a corner and wallow and become hard and cold and hollow like the prison bars that hold you in.1992, Written December 5th, 2001 © on Dec 05 2001 12:22 PM PST 0 • 1
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