Ever since I've been stuck in this hell, I've been regaining more of my memories. they were of home. when I first started to remember and realize that I was stuck I wanted to get out. I wanted to get out so desperately. but now, the more I remember, the more I want to stay. I don't want to go home. I would rather rot in this hell than go back.

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please don't make me go back.

don't make me go in that house.