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Hello, Suho.

This is not written in my handwriting. Don’t feel scared or anything. The person who is writing this is someone I trust. Someone I learnt to trust. Of course, I am now limited. I can’t tell you all that is going through my head anymore. But then again, that’s life, isn’t it? There is a good reason why I can’t write to you like we used to anymore. Do you want to hear about it? You won’t like it. Let’s not discus these things, please. I don’t feel like doing that. I just want to go home, but I can’t.

I can’t say this out loud. I’m screaming inside. Trembling. My core is exploding. Brain is stretching and ripping apart. It’s like I’m running and running and I have all these pebbles in my shoes and I just want to…

Rest.

I want to sleep and just sleep.

I need to stop for a bit, please. I can’t.

I have been daydreaming a lot lately, because I can’t seem to find sleep. Insomnia is terrible, you know. I daydreamt about a lot of things when I was younger. I used to think of possible love affairs, adventures in my own backyard, running away with someone exciting. But all I could think about was you. Your letters, your stories. I tried to pict