25th May
5/25
James Haston
I don't know where I am, it's pitch black.
All I have to keep track of time is my little hand clock.
Glad I bring myself a notebook, which is now my journal.
So I can keep track of things going on around me.
My mind is blurry, it's blank?
I can't even remember how I got here.
I will continue note down things in this to be sure...
I can't remember anything
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