January 22, 2013

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January 22, 2013

It’s almost midnight and the doll won’t stop crying. I fear she’ll wake up my baby. Black. There was darkness as I heard screaming similar to my voice. When the darkness faded, there was red. So much red. I sat at the corner and looked at my baby, peacefully sleeping. My sleeping baby Aika. 

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