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It's been a week now.

I met someone, his name is Martin.

He's making a plan actually, He included me, since he says that I recieve special treatment.

He was manly, but the way they treat him is the worst.

They tie him up or sometimes starve him nearly to death.

He was sexually abused.

But even if those happened,

His happiness, still, doesn't change.

He was the sunshine that we could lean on while we are here.

We are allowed to communicate, but there are limits.

I think the thing I have for him,

is that I trust him.

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