Dear Journal,
April 10, 1827 (?)666Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmfT8miDKvn
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I write to you because as always, today has been another long day of work. Me and the other girls get very little time to play these days. The green men have told us that our time to play has been cut this week. I'm not happy about it at all. They always cut our play time. They always make us work hard everyday. But, I cannot complain. At least I get to send some money home to mommy and daddy back at home so they can take care of Anna, my sister who from what I recall is still very sick. 666Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhTgg2xmsLo
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I have not heard from my sister in quite a long time. When my parents first gave me to the green men to help pay for my sister's medical expenses we wrote each other often. Her writing helped to keep me going in these dark times. It is very hard having to work. I'm only 13 years old...or was it 10? Time is odd with me. I don't know how long has truly passed. I have been here since I was 5. I know that to be certain at least.
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Flashes of the day I came to this place still come to me. Like a dream...a really bad dream. I did not expect to see so many girls here. Plenty my age, but fewer than the older women that I had to walk with. We were all in these...chains for some reason. Our wrists and ankles were all chained to one another and we walked in line blindfolded. I was lucky though. The blindfold they put on me was tied loosely and it slipped off my head and I saw that we were be lead down into some dark cave. I am writing within that cave now as you know. It is my new home. I don't like it very much here. It's not like my old home.666Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡafXclqMNHO
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I think about home a lot. I think about mommy and daddy. I want to be cradled by my mother in her arms once more. I want to play with daddy on our farm when he has the time to spend with me. And I certainly miss Anna. If only she would return my letters. I always give my letters to one of the green men, and they would snicker as they tell me they will certainly make sure my letters get to her. Hand delivered too. They're not so bad afterall. The beatings are rough...we get beat if we ever try to escape or if we cannot do our work. Some of the girls I see gets taken into a back room by one of them men and they come back with their ragged clothes in tears, bruises along their face and body, and they mention it is difficult for them to walk or sit down. I try to be very good. I am always good. I don't want to upset the green men or they may not send my letters or the money I work for to home. That is one thing I am grateful for. We do get paid. I don't ever see the money since they say they send it off as soon as we earn it. That's good.
I'm really tired now Journal. It's been a long day. We work for hours with little time to sleep. I spend my this time of relief writing instead of sleeping with the other girls. Not that I don't like talking to you! You're the only friend I have Journal. I'm glad I have you. You're so kind and funny. Sometimes I really feel like you're...alive haha. Well, one of the big girls is calling for me. You know what that means... she wants to have fun with me again. I'm starting to think it feels good rather than weird...but she's always violent with me. I understand though. She misses her boyfriend the green men took away for the war. My body helps her forget. I'm just glad to help. A lot of girls likes to use me to forget things that are painful in their lives. I think that is just wonderful Journal. I like to think...that pain is like a wound such as a cut upon your arm. All wounds in time will heal...but the scar will always remain. I have lots of scars Journal. So I will never forget my pain. But, at least I can learn from these pains and help others when they feel the same. Life is quite frankly wonderful like this is it not? Life is hard...but it will get better. Doesn't it always? Well, I will talk to you when I am able to Journal. Goodnight, Emily. I forgot that's your name...I can't believe I forgot my only friend's name. Hehe, sorry Emily. I love you!666Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTQb5ZaUErU
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