Tender Lilies

My parents died when i was 10. Ive been living with the same people who pretend to care long enough for a big fat check. They dont care about me...never did. Ive been here for six years. Sometimes i can escape....at least for a little while...before he gets home. I stay in my little corner, in my little room, behind the metal door, way in the back of a long dark hallway. The only thing precious to me is my paintset... I want to escape..i will soon..hopefully..but he'll find me...he always says he will. I am Analise, a tender lily, help me...

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