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my father making them pay.

I am watching from far above.

Happy? Sad? Angry?

I do not know.

I am forgetting.

Forgetting why I'm here.

Forgetting who they are.

Forgetting you.

Forgetting me.

Help. I am alone. All alone.

A door.

A white squre.

I move towards it.

I enter.

Heaven?

Hell?

Help 

The End

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