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I got up and looked at the ceiling for a long time, only to see the source of the faint light and I couldn't see anything else.

One of the serious problems I found was that I started to lose my sense of time.

And I get hungry very quickly, and when I am hungry, I will take the iron fist on the ground and drink it all.

And I didn't excrete, maybe the soup can only sustain my life to the limit.

Sometimes even the house shakes slightly, and I think this should be an earthquake-prone area.

But I don't seem to be able to get the message out there.

I just waited for the iron bowl to be filled, and then drank it all.

But I'm glad the soup didn't feed me at all, and I seemed to be starting to get thinner.

I'm looking forward to it, waiting for me to be skinny enough to size.

Then I crawled out of the hole, and I even wondered what was on the other side of the hole.

I hope and hope that there is an exit, because I have no other way out.

My habits started to get monotonous, and for a while there was nothing left but sleep and soup.

There are fewer and fewer fragments of memories in my mind.

I could have clearly seen that the words on the contract I signed began to blur, and I had forgotten whether I was holding a pen to sign or seal.

In another memory, the children's faces were gone.

Even the horses I drew myself looked like have faded away.

All other memories seemed to be gone, and I began to resent the people who brought me to this place.

I can't wait to break him to pieces, what kind of grudge do I have with him?

He's going to lock me up here, torment me like this?

I don't know how long it has been because I have lost the concept of time.

But I seem to feel like my body is getting closer and closer to the size of the hole.

But the body is getting weaker and weaker, because I sleep too much and even find it difficult to move.

I started doing simple exercises.

Because I'm afraid that if I don't have enough physical strength, I won't be able to climb out of the cave at all.

My hands were already weak, and I struggled to shake them.

I started jogging, I started boxing against the wall.

After a few times, I was at least able to move.

But the memory is almost all gone, and even his name is forgotten.

But I didn't seem to remember my name from beginning to end, and all I could think of was running away.

I began to compare the size of the hole with me from time to time, hoping to get out as soon as the time was right.

I remember falling asleep and a violent shaking woke me up.

The whole house began to shake, and it seemed that a major earthquake had erupted.

In desperation, I took another sip of soup with my iron fist and threw the iron bowl aside.

I was about to climb into the hole, but I was a little bit close.

With my shoulder thrust into the hole, I took a breath and slipped in.

The hole was so narrow that I couldn't even move in it.

I began to squirm a little harder, trying to squeeze myself inside.

I seemed stuck, but I never thought about going back.

I'm really tired of it, and freedom comes to mind.

appeared in the heart, even in the body.

The shock doesn't seem to stop, is it going to collapse?

I began to crawl forward with more difficulty, though every step was a torment.

I have a slight regret that it might have been better if I had stayed for a while.

But there are no regret pills anymore.

There was a small sound in my ears, very soft, thin.

It's as if you're wearing earplugs and the voice of the person calling you is coming from a few walls away.

I began to listen quietly.

Listen very quietly ...

"Relax, don't be nervous. ”

"Take a deep breath and relax. ”

"It's coming, it's coming out. ”

。。。。。。

Somebody is motivating me? It should be my heart that motivates me.

I began to crawl forward with great difficulty, only to find that my strength was getting less and less.

My body was getting heavier and heavier, and it was as if I was going back to drink a sip of soup from an iron bowl.

The voice came again, and I began to make sure that the owner of the voice was not me.

"No, let's open it. ”

"Born prematurely, the pregnant woman was originally a broken amniotic fluid from a fall. Let your loved ones sign it, it's ready here. ”

"I can't keep it if I drag it out, so let's do it. ”

。。。

I felt like enough for a long time, but peaceful.

It's like a person who has been in the sea for a long time and has swam to land.

It's like a desperate adventurer returning to the city.

The light began to shine on my body, and I realized that I had never opened my eyes.

I could feel a pair of huge hands grab me and start tugging at me.

Pull me out of my closed room.

I was picked up and I felt someone pounding on my back.

I started crying, crying loudly.

I finally escaped.

"Congratulations, it's a boy. ”

Congratulations indeed.

。。。。。。

Years later, I began to forget this memory.

Because more new things are waiting for me to learn and memorize.

By the way, my dad was a successful businessman.

And my mother is an elementary school art teacher.

And I'm still a kid.

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