Dear Yoongz,
I don't have a bed. My room is like the token asylum room. I've lived here for two years, since I was fourteen.
I'm not technically writing this, they don't let me write with a pen or touch anything really. I am speaking to an adviser right now. He's writing this.
I can't even have plastic spoons to eat with. They put me in a straight jacket, tip my chin up and force feed me using their hands. They wear special gloves of course, wouldn't want to risk me biting their pretty, little fingers off.
Sincerely, Hobi
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Dear Hoseok,
That's pretty fucked up man, what did you do to not be able to eat by yourself?
Sincerely, Yoongi
YOU ARE READING
{~•BURN•~} ✔
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