"I wish someone would tell me to stop, to hold me for a moment not in sadness, pity, nor maladjusted rage over what they have no control in making. Just to hold me, maybe not in love, but at least to give me an honest moment to stop and have some time in quiet peace. I long to not worry about plastered faces, dishonest and immovable to what's happening to me, or too loathed to be considered normal. I wished to be better, to be normal, to have a future with a family that was mine, to see my children play while we laugh in the patio. But it wasn't really meant to be." - Diary of [REDACTED]
"Oh the sadness" remarked the wolfish police officer
"You say that, but are you sure this wasnt yours?" responded the formal detective
"Fuck off" insulted the officer while reproaching "what did they do with the kid?"
"They took them to the morgue after taking the poor bastard out of the celling" responded the detective
"Can you feel the same as I?"
"Yeah I can feel this place isn't right at all"
"Do you think..."
"Yeah we should report this to our "superiors"..."