Sunday, April 25, 2010

Chapter 3

Dear Journal,
I caught myself dreaming of my mother today, i remember her beautiful hair,I do not remember how my mother and my sister passed, but i am sure that they died in order for me to live on. The telescreen woke me up with a horrific whistling, and I started coughing violently, i had to lie on my back in order to breathe again. Today, i was forced to do these pathetic workouts that are quite hard to do with my ulcer but today was the first time i was able to touch my toes in several years.

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