LİDYA
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I'm in a dream that I want to end as soon as I can. I started hurting everyone. I can't stop all these endless rage attacks inside me.
Everyone out there is a psychologist, and they're giving me a thousand ideas and questions. The words they say come out of my ear, they come out of my ear, the hatred in me separates me from me. He's trying to create me like another human being, and he's slowly taking over me, and I'm scared. There's no limit to what I can do, I can say that my brain is forcing me or they are the ones who are forcing me to do the magic about the dark information I've learned from the books I've read. I live at the top of the resort where I live, the whole town is at my feet.
I'm writing these sentences to you while he's away, maybe these are my last lines, I'm slowly surrendering myself to him, I'm out of strength. If you find this notebook and read these sentences before I lose my temper, please help me, I can't scream anymore I can't leave the house, I can't sleep at night, when I sleep, the nightmares are endless chases.
My name is Lydia, and I live in the house at the top of the village, and what I want to tell you in these lines. Short excerpts from my life, driven to brutality.
If you can find this notebook or see me outside, please understand that I'm asking for help through my eyes. He came again and wants to get me please help me please save me Lydia...
I wish you good reads from an incident that happened.
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