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I've written hundreds of letters
for you and I'm not able to send them to you.
I feel sad that I don't know what you're doing now and how you are doing.
It's unfair.
I feel weaker and weaker everyday.
My hands are starting to slightly shake.
I'm unable to control it.
I'm going to keep writing for you until I can't write anymore.
Until my hands aren't able to write anymore, until they're paralyzed.
I miss you more and every second of the day. I'm sorry because I kept telling you to
Stay strong and have hope while I've been losing hope a little more every single day.
I feel lonelier and lonelier as every second passes by.
I'm locked in this cell by myself because the government is scared that I'll persuade prisoners into hating this country.
I don't know what else to say.
I keep convincing myself that the day
Will come when I see you again but I
Don't think that'll be anytime soon.
I keep saying I'm sorry because I really am.
I'm sorry. I love you.
To: Soo Yun
From: Namjoon
July/17/1942
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