Letter 3

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❝I keep doing the same thing, telling myself I'm not crazy.❞

Dear Sean,

I'm lost. I don't remember much, the voices told me to forget and I did. I don't remember you much, big brother. I only get bits and pieces, please come back. I know you're not able but I'm slowly dying in these walls of the asylum.

Forgetful,
Olivia

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