Found Baby is found!

For days I had felt the sharp prongs of a rusted, metal rake scratch repeatedly across my back. I felt footstep after footstep land across my head, reminding me with each blow just how deep my face was in the thatch layered dirt. I had been here so long, in this cold, dark place that I was hesitant to believe there was any hope of being found. When the sounds grew quiet and the coolness of the night lay against me like a wet blanket I knew. I knew I was still forgotten, still left to breathe this damp, rotted dirt. Flashes of laughter danced through my head, stinging me with painful memories of what life I used to live.You see, I was not supposed to end up here, like this. I was supposed to be loved, forever and always by my friends and family. I was not supposed to be forgotten.  


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