Old mail
286 Words
old mail
My name is Aseel, and I was looking through my photo album when I was young. I found such a strange answer. It was such a strange code
It doesn't matter, I didn't pay attention, I found the album, and I put the answer under the pillow
And then in the morning, I found myself in a strange world like this. Where am I, where is the answer, and what is this strange place
Hey people, where am I? Did anyone hear me? My voice is muffled. Why don't people answer me?
What is the answer in my hands? Well, I didn't read the code and go back. What is this foolishness that I am? What is this, this answer is not yours. What is this?What is this fool I am in? This answer is not yours. What is it? Who are you? You took the answer. Why take something that you don't know? Why is this, I was thinking, but what is this, you imprisoned me? What is this, where is the answer? # dalia is here
Get me out of here
We all hear about ordinary prisons, but one is imprisoned with his new ideas
My name is Tamim, and I am an employee in a company, and I loved novels so much that I imagined that what would happen in this novel could actually happen to me.
One day I read about the prison of thoughts that someone committed a crime and was not punished, so his thoughts were imprisoned as if he was imprisoned normally
What is this foolishness? What does one imprison in his thoughts? What is this? I am withdrawing or what. They got me out of here.
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