As I sit here in this dark cellar, I preach my whole life to you. This is the first time I've ever felt trapped. But where to begin I ask you. I've always loved to walk. That was my one pure pleasure in life. I could walk for miles and miles, and if needed I could run even further. I loved to feel the open around me. I could feel there were no limits or …
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…I can't move anymore, my legs have gone numb and are starting to smell of compost. My hair is covering my eyes now, not that there's anything to see. I think my little friend has gone now, to find a new home. I will miss my dear spider friend. My nose has dried and I'm finding it harder to breath. Not long left now And all I wanted was another walk, just one more walk.