No place to go

“I ran for my life. I asked myself “Where can I hide?“, finally I arrived at Mayfair. I thought this was a good place to hide for now. I met a nice Lady on the street. She saw how scared I was and asked me what was wrong and why I was running. I did not tell her much but she probably figured that something had gone very wrong so she invited me to stay at her place for a while. Her house was very beautiful but I could not go outside. Those were a few of the darkest days in my life. Even though I had somewhere to hide, I could not get rid of my fear.“

2.11.13 13:52


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