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If
he
really
loved
me
he
would
have
sent
me
away
.
November
27th
Midnight
.
I
’
ll
never
escape
.
It
drives
me
mad
.
I
must
must
must
do
something
.
I
feel
as
if
I
’
m
at
the
earth
’
s
heart
.
I
’
ve
got
the
whole
weight
of
the
whole
earth
pressing
in
on
this
little
box
.
It
grows
smaller
smaller
smaller
.
I
can
feel
it
contracting
.
I
want
to
scream
sometimes
.
Till
my
voice
is
raw
.
To
death
.
I
can
’
t
write
it
.
There
aren
’
t
the
words
.
Utter
despair
.
I
’
ve
been
like
that
all
day
.
A
kind
of
endless
panic
in
slow
-
motion
.
What
can
he
have
thought
when
he
first
got
me
here
?
Something
’
s
gone
wrong
in
his
plans
.
I
’
m
not
acting
like
the
girl
of
his
dreams
I
was
.
