There is a song playing far away. It lulls me to a comfort i am not deserving of.
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There is a song playing far away. It lulls me to a comfort i am not deserving of.
I found some food, I do not know if it is safe to eat but I will eat. The sun did not come out today. The night is longer, longer than it should be.
Today I will not go hungry.
A familiar land, but it is not home. Today I ran out of my last ration of food, and my water will not hold out for much longer. I want to give up, it is so cold.
There is a bright light in the sky. It hurts my eyes, but it is not the sun. It brings no warmth, and the world is still cold. There is a bright light, and I hide from it.
The cold. It hurts, but I cannot get away from it. I do not remeber the last time it has snowed.
I ate some bread I found. Supply is running low, I have to start rationing.
I can not find a source of fresh water, and I do not think the tank will last for much longer.
Sometimes I forget things. I forget a lot of things. This is why I have to keep on writing, to remeber. To not forget.
Hello? Can anyone hear me, I got the connection running again?