It's the middle of the night. I've had my things packed for weeks, just in case I decided to go through with it. While everyone else is sleeping, I'm plotting my escape. My revenge? Only time will tell. I don't know where I'm going. I don't know why. But I've been getting letters for weeks on end from another place. Another dimension. They're telling me it's time to come home.
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 5:16 PM UTC
It's the middle of the night. I've had my things packed for weeks, just in case I decided to go through with it. While everyone else is sleeping, I'm plotting my escape. My revenge? Only time will tell. I don't know where I'm going. I don't know why. But I've been getting letters for weeks on end from another place. Another dimension. They're telling me it's time to come home.
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