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Afraid Of The Dark
The car is running, its dark out here. It's so dark, my eyes hurt, struggling to focus but there's nothing to focus on and my eyes are wide open and desperately trying to find a spec of light to focus on. I'm very young and locked inside a car that is driving itself and I'm alone and afraid. I'm afraid of the dark. I'm fifty five years old and afraid of the dark. It's a nightmare that has haunted me my entire life. I wrecked my car not long ago and there I was,I right back there, in that car, in the dark, alone. I couldn't get out. The doors wouldn't open. Smoke filled my car. I couldn't get out. I couldn't catch my breathe. My body was shaking uncontrollably. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't speak. I couldn't open the doors. I couldn't find my phone. I find it, on the floor. All I could think to do was to call you. I knew if I could just call you, it would be ok. You told me to breathe. You told me you were coming. The doors unlocked the moment we hung up. I got out. You were there to help me. You came. I'm not afraid anymore. I'm not afraid of the dark anymore, because of you. Thank you George. Love Becky
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