Letter: 24

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It was the worst night ever.

Most of the night I couldn't sleep. Felt strangely uncomfortable on the bed.

It felt like the bed was made of stone. Even the room was boiling hot.

Suddenly, the thought of being in hell came to my mind.

Finally when I was able to fall asleep, the dreams came.

Meaningless but terrifying dreams.

Dreams about being trapped in a cage.

About being ignored. Lonely in a dark room with no one to even listen to me.

I woke up with cold sweat covering me.

I went to the bathroom and splashed some water on my face.

Looking at the mirror, I was terrified by the image in front of me.


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