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Once Upon an Orphan
I was tired of running through these woods, my feet were hurting but I
couldn’t stop. I needed to get away. I had been in the dark for what it felt an
eternity. Trying to escape from this hell was harder than I thought I’d be. I
remember praying “Ple ase God; send me recourse from the heavens up above”. As
I keep running with no more oxygen in my lungs to continue, I stop and recaps of
his obsession with touching me and taking advantage of me came into my head. I
couldn’t hang any longer. I needed to stop for a second and catch my breath. As I
was slowing down, I took notice of the promontory that was not far away. I looked
around and when I saw there was no danger around me, I climb down towards the
water. I was really dirty and I smelled and I was really beaten up. When I climbed
down the headland, and was about to bath in the sea, I heard noises as if a party
was happening. I felt seriously tired, I couldn’t sustain myself anymore but I kept
repeating to myself I had to get to the people in the trend and seek for help. The
last thing I remember is that I was about 5 steps away when my head began to spin
and my body was trembling. When I opened my eyes again, people that were
dressed as if they belonged to the Flower Power era were surrounding me. They
all seemed to be solicitous- nice people. They helped me recover from my
abduction trauma. I was an orphan which is why no one ever came searching for
me. After a while, I adapted into the family of hippies and with compassion they

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