I’m dying.
Bleeding out from the inside.
Why did I come back.
Why did I come back to this place.
What the hell.
12 apples.
25 apples.
47 apples.
98 apples.
112 apples.
138 apples.
114 apples.
72 apples.
65 apples.
10 apples.
1001 apples.
Zero apples.
No apples.
None.
Depression.
Sadness.
It keeps cutting deeper.
No apples.
Need apples.
Starving.
Starving to death.
I need help.
I need help.
I need help.
I need help.
I need help.
I need help.
I need help.
Help me.
Help Me.
HELP ME.
GET ME OUT.
NO MORE APPLES
GET ME OUT
