Entry 5

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Entry 5
I'm sorry for my frantic last few entries. I don't know what's happening. I keep seeing her. I should explain some things. When I was 17, I fell into the backrooms with my backpack. All the things I needed to survive. There was even almond milk. I don't know why I already had stuff that I would need to survive if I wasn't aware of the backrooms. I don't remember the front rooms but others have told me that almost no one in the frontrooms is aware of the backrooms. I've been in the backrooms for around 3 years, and over that time I became an entity. No idea how this could have happened, as some have been here longer and are still human. Could it have something to do with why I don't remember anything? And she. She was important to me, I don't remember how. But I know she's connected to this. To why I'm here. To why I don't remember anything. To why I'm no longer human. I need to stop writing, someone new just landed on my level. Goodbye traveler.
-M

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