The moon lights up the dark street good enough for me to see the road to my miserey.
I stroll along the dark road to the camp, which I was put into this camp, two weeks ago, when lots of people came to the blimin place.
A dark shadowy figure sprints across the street looking like he was trying to escape, from the camp.
I want to escape and I think it might happen.
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