I am writing this as I lay in bed, unable to move and unable to speak. The only thing I can do is open my eyes and let my eyes wonder. It’s been… actually I don’t remember how long it’s been. It just happened. This collapse__________ of my body. How ironic life can be to have my falling body be caught and saved from further damage by my fake brother Trigh, who is probably the reason why my body now refuses to work. Every morning, I open my eyes________ and see the white ceiling. Isn’t the ceiling what most people see right before they die?_________ If so, essentially I am dead. Sometimes in pain, I cry out, “Please just let me go. Please, let me go. I want to go. Please let me be,” which only comes out as…



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And my nonsense is only heard by my fake brother, who comes up to me and looks at me in the eyes very briefly, smiles, then leaves. You might wonder how I am writing this if I am paralyzed. Well, before my parents died, they had purchased me a mind typewriter. Now I write what I think. I missed them so much. I don’t know how they died. Why they died or when they died. It was just a simple notice from my fake brother Trigh that they died.

“Your parents are dead.”


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