1987 January, Tuesday 11:26 pm Not much happened today. It's the same thing everyday, doing the hard work non-stop for this hell hole orphanage. Some people here believe there's a God. That he can make our lives paradise, but if there is such a God. Why did he bring us here? Why did he let us become slaves? Why did he let our parents leave us? My mother always told me to have hope in something. "Having hope brings you joy!" I don't get it. She had hope she'd live to see my future. To prepare me for my wedding, to teach me how to cook. This "hope", it's all bullshit. This story does contain some mature themes.
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