Night and day are foreign concepts to me, I sleep when I feel sleepy which I don't most of the times. So I stay up, reliving memories and hearing voices. Hearing them is the only way we can know what is going on. The lady across the street got taken away today. I heard her scream just one scream. She said, No, but it wouldn't be the first time someone ignored that word.
I don't know why I am taking to you, no one is listening that is clear to me. I don't know how long it has been since I ate. I went to see if you left out any food, but you haven't. Maybe you don't even exist anymore.
My water supply has started running low. I need to go out, I know that but I can't. I don't feel like talking today. I think I am just going to rest for a while.
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The fleeting forever
General FictionThe diary of the long braided daughter locked away in a tall tower