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Day XI
Leopled1
Today i spoke to decora. She had managed to get out of the house. But only for a short while Her eyes gazed into mine with relief. But i knew she would get pulled back. I was scared... Scared for her, and that she may be there the rest of her life. I watch each day Hoping that there is some spirit left in the slaver, And that he will free her from his grasp. But they are just wishes. Dreams. In this case, they are a myth to me. But i must have hope. Faith, and she will come home. one day.