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Don't look at this.

I SAID DON'T READ THIS!
Thanks. O(∩_∩)O

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I am writing you from the most magical book. I do not know how I got here or how I can get out, but I do not think that is the biggest of my worries. The air has a tingle to it as if it is its very molecules are alive. Every step my foot takes on the vibrating earth sends shivers up my body, filling my nerves with enchantments and charms that would not be possible in the world we know. The evil queen threatens the entire kingdom of passive common folk and with how events are going, it seems as if I am the protagonist. Maybe I am now one with this world,  written and weaved into the pages themselves. Tell my family I love them, because I think this is where I plan on residing until my story concludes.

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I'm writing from a place with animals everywhere The animals love me so covered in fluff from herd to toe

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I'm writing from the Back Rooms.I was kind of scared at first, but knowing that I am alone makes me feel at peace.

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I'm writing from the bottom of the ocean. I found my self down here after I was attacked by a shark. Its so dark and cold yet peaceful. Its not as frightening as you would expect, as a matter of fact its spectacular. - Dash

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I'm writing from the bottom of the ocean. I found my self down here after I was attacked by a shark. Its so dark and cold yet peaceful. Its not as frightening as you would expect, as a matter of fact its spectacular. - Dash

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I am writing you from my grave. I don’t understand how I got here. I was very kind to people. However it is very dark but very calm. I hate that I didn’t tell the people close to me how much I loved and cared for them.

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I'm writing you from the 90's. I don't know how i got here but I  actually like it here.On the tv playing is Fresh Prince of Bel-Air and outside I hear everybody playing basketball with there Nike Air Force ones. The music is BOOMING and you could hear it from miles away.

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I'm writing you from the 90's. I don't know how i got here but I  actually like it here.On the tv playing is Fresh Prince of Bel-Air and outside I hear everybody playing basketball with there Nike Air Force ones. The music is BOOMING and you could hear it from miles away.

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-aria

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I'm writing you from under you bed, I would much appreciate you not throwing any more of your stinky gym socks under your bed. it only takes up space, of witch there is not much under your twin sized bed
sincerely, your monster

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I am writing from the depths of my consciousness. I am standing on a dock, the dark wooden boards creaking from under my weather-beaten feet, the nails biting into my heels. A few more steps, and I shall stare out into deep water. The tint of it is bluish-gray. Sometimes, when the warm yellow rays of sunshine spill out from the white fluffy clouds, the beautiful foam hues gold, creating a sidewalk that strerches toward my heart. Rising out of the water, a few trees strech themselves toward the clear sky.The trunks are thick on the bottom, the dents and grooves fairly visible in the brown, moist bark. As it extends higher and higher, it thins, like  a candle slowly melting away, the wax finding its path back down toward the lake floor.

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I am writing to you from the top of the sun. Not really where I thought I'd end up when I was a child, but life unexpected. For some reason, this is better than watching the sunset in my opinion.

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I'm writing you from my happy place.

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I am writing you from a big house full of money and a lot of bedrooms. There are a lot of famous TikTok creators here, we are making a lot f my favorite dances.

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I'm writing you from my gravestone. I'll explain later. I don't wanna spook you, so I won't tell you how I got here. But let it be known it is COLD over here- the breeze just never stops! It keeps coming. It's like I'm trapped- well, I guess I am- in a meat freezer! Even the dirt and stone of my own grave is cold, I can't sit anywhere! You'd think if they trapped peoples souls by their graves they'd at least have the common decency to give us a heater. Jeez. Write back whenever you can.

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I'm writing you from the Beyond. It reminds of a watching a sunset in an open medow with its infinite light stretching all around me like a glowing blanket. No one else is here, but I don't feel lonely, just content. I can't see myself, don't see a body when I look down (though I can somehow still do that). I know I'm here though. I know I'm present in this moment that seems to last a lifetime.

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I am writing you from the most magical book. I do not know how I got here or how I can get out, but I do not think that is the biggest of my worries. The air has a tingle to it as if it is its very molecules are alive. Every step my foot takes on the vibrating earth sends shivers up my body, filling my nerves with enchantments and charms that would not be possible in the world we know. The evil queen threatens the entire kingdom of passive common folk and with how events are going, it seems as if I am the protagonist. Maybe I am now one with this world, written and weaved into the pages themselves. Tell my family I love them, because I think this is where I plan on residing until my story concludes.

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I'm writing from inside the couch cushions.  I was left here, forgotten by someone who got distracted. Now I live among the trinkets, we are the Lost Things. I know you forgot about me too and weren't expecting this letter, but I wanted to let you know how beautiful it is and how I think you would love it so. Come be forgotten with me. XO- (I forgot my name)

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I'm writing you from the Beyond. It reminds of the

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I am writing you from in the great oak tree. It is slightly damp, and i don't get much mail, but it smells richly earthly, and I wake up to bird song. Sometimes i see something crawling, but they leave me alone, mostly...

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I'm writing to you from a place with the most amazing place I've ever seen. There are amazing animals . I may never go back with a large amount of furry friends everywhere.

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I'm writing you from the stove closet. It gets really hot in here, with the heat waves waving with heat, bouncing around like a microwave. It is really hot in here, and seems like the stove is trying to antagonize me, as my blood is starting to boil. One second, let me defuse this situation. Wait, that was the wrong wire... hey I was not trying to hurt you! I was only trying to push your buttons! My blood is boiling... I'm going to pull you legs... literally... Mwahahahahahahhah!

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I'm writing you from the indside of my record player. I'm watching the vinyl spin  like a merry  go round.

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I'm writing you from a cloud. It's not fancy or beautiful, but it is mine. The cloud is buoyant and smoothly making its way across the cerulean sky. It is quiet and I feel at home. Maybe this is heaven.

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I am writing to you from inside of a photograph. The edges are so distinct and clear, but everything is frozen in time. Water droplets are hanging still in midair. It is so quiet that you can hear the sound of silence itself. This strange... couple is in the middle of pressing their lips together in some sort of romantic gesture. It's almost surreal.

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I'm writing you from inside a huge trash can. It smells disgusting, but that's okay, because I'm a (cartoon) mouse! I don't know how! I think it's a Disneyland trash can, because I see a lot of other cartoon mice in  here with me...

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I'm writing you from inside a huge trash can. It smells disgusting, but that's okay, because I'm a (cartoon) mouse! I don't know how! I think it's a Disneyland trash can, because I see a lot of other cartoon mice in  here with me...

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-Eden Harris

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I'm writing you from the dark. Sorry about the handwriting, but everything is nothing. Not like the dark you see at night, though, more like the vast expanse of nothing you experience when you shut your eyes so hard it hurts. I've spent the last what seems like forever shouting for help. I'm alone.

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I’m writing to you from nowhere. But where is nowhere? How am I nowhere? That’s the thing, maybe I’m not in nowhere. I must be somewhere. Is it nowhere? How does someone describe nowhere? What do you imagine? Is it blank white or black? Is it an infinite abyss of no color? I’m nowhere, and I don’t know where I am.

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I am writing from the depths of my consciousness. The place where I am standing is a dock. The dark, wooden boards creak beneath my feet, the nails poking out and rubbing into my heel, but I feel it not. All I have to do is walk a few more steps, and I shall stare into beauty. The water is of a bluish green tint. Sometimes, when the warm rays spill out of the fluffily cotton clouds, the water hues gold,

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I am writing from the depths of my consciousness. The place where I am standing is a dock. The dark, wooden boards creak beneath my feet, the nails poking out and rubbing into my heel, but I feel it not. All I have to do is walk a few more steps, and I shall stare into beauty. The water is of a bluish green tint. Sometimes, when the warm rays spill out of the fluffily cotton clouds, the water hues gold,

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I am writing you from a island where the waves are as big as a megalodon shark, where the animals all get along and talk to each other in the English language.

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Elena: I'm writing from within Mario's sock drawer

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Elena: I'm writing from within Mario's sock drawer

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(the Nintendo Mario) It smells like adventure, but mostly just goombas. It makes sense, since Mario is always stepping on goombas. I feel covered in worn out cloth.

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I'm writing you from underneath Beyonce's kitchen sink. Don't ask. Just know it's got its own closet and bathroom and I may never leave...

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I'm writing you from underneath Beyonce's kitchen sink. Don't ask. Just know it's got its own closet and bathroom and I may never leave...

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I'm writing you from one of my dreams. I wish I could tell you how I got here, and I'm not sure you'll even get this, but I had to reach out to someone on the slight chance you might find me. This place is so..strange. The sky keeps blossoming flowers and the ground is full of clouds. Do you know how hard it is to walk when it's raining from the ground up? Don't even get me started on the lighting bolts...

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I'm writing you from one of my dreams. I wish I could tell you how I got here, and I'm not sure you'll even get this, but I had to reach out to someone on the slight chance you might find me. This place is so..strange. The sky keeps blossoming flowers and the ground is full of clouds. Do you know how hard it is to walk when it's raining from the ground up? Don't even get me started on the lighting bolts...