please help us get out again – prose 

We woke up one morning. We were still here, but something felt different. We experienced fear like never before. Still we couldn’t figure out what was wrong. We could no longer get out and that was a horrible feeling. Nobody ever mentioned this may happen to us. Was it my fault? Please help. 

“We” are memories. 

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