Dear Anneliese Richter,
I tried writing this myself today. It's hard to pick up a pen, and it's even harder to make the ink flow out.
I can't press hard enough. And sometimes the little blasts of pain lets my hand press too hard, and the ink spits out onto the paper.
Nana is in another room, with another patient, and truthfully, I don't want to bother her.
I'll keep it short, and say hello.
I'm falling asleep so don't mind the black ink curls on the edge of the paper.
I think I'm losing it.
How do I manage?
Please teach me if you know.
Yours truly,
Lukas P.
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