Day 1

I fell down a cliff. I scratched my face and broke my arm and hurt my leg. I'm bleeding. My eye is full of blood. I can't get back up the cliff, no one is here to help me. Help me.

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Day 10

I still can't get up the cliff. There are cliffs everywhere. I'm stuck down here. My hurt eye is dim and fuzzy. My arm is bent and I cannot move it. My writing is messy because I'm using my left hand. I found a river to stay by and berries to eat.

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Day 50

Will I be alone here forever? My arm is stuck forever, just like me. My reflection in the river shows that my brown eye is turning white. It no longer sees. The fish move too fast for me to keep up.

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Year 9

I kept track of the time as best I could. I'm a lot taller now; I'm not a little kid anymore. My face, neck, arm, and leg are scarred. My eye is a pure white orb. But I'm still alive. It's all I can do. There must be a reason why I stay alive. I won't give up just yet.

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Year 14

Someone found me. He's up on the cliff but he sees me. I see him with my one eye. It's hard but I see him. He's going to get me out of this place. Thank you.