The Whisper

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Dear Diary,I am currently writing from a place I have found in the city that allows people to stay for free. It felt weird at first after actually going out from one place in my whole life

I have managed to run away from the orphanage without causing TOO MUCH trouble. Along with me I have brung a few snacks in which I was capable to steal from the pantry and my small suitcase which contained a few belongings.But I unfortunately stepped on my roommates painting which she took four months to draw.I felt no regret because what's done is done.

The quality at this place is garbage compared to the orphanage which couldn't get anymore disgusting.

This place is packed with many people and they all smelled like they haven't showered in a long time. But I also haven't taken a shower, and whenever I run my hands through my hair it comes out slicked with oil, and without a brush my hair consisted of many knots.

Besides all the qualities of this place, I have been hearing a voice in my head once I ran out of the orphanage.

It whispered to me, "You can jump....it won't hurt....jump..."

May 18,1950

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