I stole a pen from Capitain Schneider and broke a piece of my clothes to write. I'm in hell. Today my left hand was broken with a hammer. My only hope is that I die while sleeping, that would be a miracle. I wont say anything, to them, I need to be strong. We ate some grey stuff, that tastes horrible and drink from mud.
If you ever find this piece of cloth, don't feel sorry, I don't want to be saved, they know me already.
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