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Day 32
I spent the whole of last night in a fucking cell.
I wasn't able to sleep the entire night. Not with the sadness, loneliness and cold of this empty room. All I did was cry and ask myself questions.
Why am I going through all this? Why is it happening to me? What did I ever do to deserve this? Why is the universe punishing me so harshly?
I must have spent the better part of the night crying my heart out because it's now dawn. Another day to go through nothing but hell...
But in some part of me, I feel that it will all be okay.
Ramon's mom said "It may not look like it right now but everything will get better. It always gets better."
And that's what is keeping me going... Hoping that things will get better..."
I have Ramon.
He said he'll be with me and will take ca
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