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Oh what will become of me? A few years untill I am released! O give me some respite. What a cruel world it is that tortures me. I try to be the pattern of patience; I say nothing. O fools, I shall go mad! I must've checked my e-mail at least 20 times a day, there was nothing but a spider web. I only have a thread of hope left, I fear I need much more than a basket full. I would do anything if I only knew what it were. The lady doth protest too much, methinks.