Decemtober 35th, 1789
Hello...
My name is ...
Prisoner number 1,983
I live in the mirror prism
An Alcatraz...but...why am I here?
I was told I was a "Secret weapon"
Oh well...
I was taught how to read and write thanks to my cell neighbor Taylor
She has an adorable pet tail.
I'm writing in dirt right now...which means...you won't exist...
But....don't forget me..please..
~prisoner number 1,983
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