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I don't think I'm going to make it. If anyone can hear this, please, please get me out. It's been days, months.. years? I don't even know where I am but I need to get out. I need to leave. I know everything, I remember everything, I have seen everything.

I'm starting to forget who I am, the endless days are slowly killing me. I want to survive. No. Do I really? I just want to get out of here. I want to forget.

Where am I anymore, what am I anymore?
Death is safer. Death is kinder. I've seen it all, I don't want it. I don't want this knowledge. I don't want to know what they've done.

I have no idea if this will reach anyone. Are the radio signals working? Save me from this.
Is anybody listening?


(Probably slightly inspired by Radio Silence, also something someone said to me that gave me this idea)

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