My name is Zhan, at least that's what I remember it to be, I have a story to share, would you like to hear it? The story of how I ended up here. It's kind of funny really because all I can remember is crying. Not that it mattered, no one heard, I remember begging and pleading, but no one cared, I remember screaming, but no one listened. My mind told me to accept it, to give in, just like the others had but how could I. It's funny though isn't it, because at one point I found myself running into his arm and now, now I'm simply trying to escape broken fantasies.
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