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The man had been held captive for months. He was alone in a cold, dark room with no windows or indication of time passing by. He wasn't even sure if anyone knew where he was or what had happened to him. All he could do was wait, not knowing when or if his captors would come back for him again. Days would go by without food and water. He felt so helpless and hopeless that all he could do was write about his experiences in case someone found them one day and knew what had happened to him. Every time after being taken away from interrogation, he scribbled furiously to capture every moment of pain, fear, and despair that passed through his mind like an endless stream of tears flowing from his soul onto paper, trying desperately to break free from this tormenting captivity. With each stroke of the pen against parchment, he wished beyond hope that somehow these writings might be seen by another human being who could help end this nightmare once and for all.