The cold blood that reeks of blood, who’s or who owns it no one knows, the basement that has been his place of confinement. The small limbs are like bones and skin, not enough nutrition and no food and water.Why can’t I die?The child wonders as he looks at the small railing where he can see the moon, it’s been so long he has been in this four cornered room. Not a single soul ever entered this place, to his young mind, he knew he was alive and living, but apart from that, why does he exist?Just like any other day, he has been looking at the dirty floor, when he hears noises through the small railing that serves as his window. The full laughter made him curious, even if the railing is high, he still has a strength to jump and hold on to the metal. The morning is blinding and for the first
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