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21. Miserable
Sadness. Pain. Despair. Nostalgia. Insomnia. My body and my mind weren't working well. And as every day passed by it got worse. I felt like if I was in a prison, actually that was what it was. I was Logan's prisoner and I was so wrong to think there could be a way of getting out of there because there wasn't. I tried untiringly to escape, many ways but none of them would work. Logan was always one step ahead of me. Declan never showed up, which oddly seemed a little weird for me. It all seemed like it was Logan's plan but I knew he had something to do with everything. Eventually, I got tired. I didn't have more energy to keep fighting, mostly because I'd barely eat and I didn't get any sleep. I couldn't. My own head was driving me crazy. And all it could think about was Dylan. At some tim
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