October 21, 1887

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Dear Diary,

They are healing me. They are giving me energy. I can't tell if I want to celebrate or cry. They're only keeping me alive so they can torture me more.

My fever is going down and I can feel energy surging through me. I was able to eat yesterday, but only a little. With my best effort, I was able to figure out the date on my calendar.

When I had enough energy to do so, I went back and checked the past enteries.

I can't believe he left me. Archie left me, something he promised he would never do. I hope he dies, I hope he dies alone.

But for now I can't think of that bastard. I have to focus on my health and the meaning behind it.

What does it mean? Do they forgive me, or simply crave for my suffering?

I think I know what to do.

- Ida

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