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An empty tunnel, no entrances or exits. My one thought, how do I get back near you. No windows, no doors, no air holes and yet I live. Where am I, will someone find me. These thought are nothing compared to one. Where are you, are u ok. And yet I think, I am stuck forever. No one will find me, they won’t know where to look. As time passes, one word sticks in my mind, Suicide. For I will surely die here anyway, so why hold up the inevitable. And wait, I see a sharp stone, just waiting to be picked up. I grab it, tear at the shirt I am wearing, exposing skin. I raise the stone, thinking I will see you in heaven. I lower the stone with all my strength…………………………………………………… I look up, I thought I heard a sound, maybe your voice. That’s it, I can’t go through with it. As long as I hear your voice, I will wait. Suicide might be the painless way, but your voice is the sweeter.