>My notes are being disregarded. I don't understand what I'm finding and no one's going to help me.
Despite that, I haven't ignored these "messages." I'm keeping track of them anyway.
Below is what I've gathered in a day:
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Under this image, it read:
"Am I lost? I must be lost somehow. I remember the room I was in but I can't navigate toward any switch. Granted, they're probably shot by now. I'm not that bad at finding my way around. I've wandered for miles at night and still made it home.
I'm telling my legs to walk but I can't feel them. Maybe they broke. I might be stuck. Damn. Well, I guess I can wait on the cops and all that to come. They'll bury me out soon
Under this image, it read:
"I want to think of pleasant memories but in my situation, I can only think of the dark. I remember this night on the beach when I wandered away from the lights and kept walking through endless sand. It's like I'm standing out there again but there's no ocean to guide me. No sounds, no people. No ground to traverse. The only thing I can feel is the absence of everything."
Under this image, it read:
"Does anyone see what I do? Does anyone remember this place? I was hoping someone else was here but if this didn't ring a bell, I don't know what will. At least I can look around and think of this, pretending that I'm home. I'd rather get a reply though."
Under this image, it read:
"Someone has to be there. My mind has been playing tricks on me but you're real, aren't you? Someone is watching me, I felt it. I actually felt something. Where are you?"
>One segment I noticed simply decided to recite an old poem from the beta English Lessons but that old material was removed quite some time ago.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night.
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.
And into my garden stole,
When the night had veild the pole;
In the morning glad I see;
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
