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Oct 2015
All along I was the one being followed!
I awake in my own basement in my own home.
I could hear music but cannot quite make out what the song is.  
I am tied to a chair in the same manner I tie my prizes up.
The next sound I hear is my thumping heart.
And then I hear foot steps coming down the stairs.
Lots and lots of footsteps.
She then walks up to me.
The girl underneath the lone tree in the city.
Followed by all the others I have kidnapped in the last 3 years.
They all stand in front of me.
All of them crying except for her.
The silence comes forth.
I can hear their heavy breathing and my heartbeat make a terrifying song....
The kidnapper has been kidnapped..
Solaces
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Solaces  South Texas
(South Texas)   
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