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My name is tressie, I am so very small and so frightened. No one can see what this form is doing to me and I cannot live on my own. My consciousness has to go away and maybe someone has heard my stuttering words. I pray there is someone to help me. I am so little and no one cares for me.water keeps coming down my face and it won't stop. It is so bad it will not stop. Help for I am so frightening and I cannot breathe and these sticky stuff is being pushed down my throat. I cannot survive! Please take me away from this horror! I need help. I must go now!
Here I am I will take your place for I know your sadness and fear it is so very real, who can stand before it.My name is Mona, someone is writing this for me because I cannot talk. The only sounds that come from me is terrible bloodcurdling moans. Poor Tressie, she needs my help to cope with the disgusting torment we have been going through. The grandfather or grandmother don't seem to really care about us at all. No, I do not want to believe this is the grandfather or grandmother. I want to believe they love me but it is not true. How could anyone be so cruel to make us stay in the basement? I know we are just inhuman or they would not treat us this way! Please help us, we are all alone!
A time of internal uniting of the "little ones"