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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 ?/...
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February 23rd -
Witches,
They saved me. They raised me, so how could they be anything but evil? How could they not be the kindest, most amazing people? So why... why do they eat cookies? Why do they eat the ones who love them the most? How could they hurt them? What do I do? If only I could write down my qualms and get an answer. They all expect me to do the same, but how could I?

March 14th -
Cookies,
They're fragile creatures. Anything can change them, ruin them. A bit too much butter, a smidgen more of salt. Anything. However, they always seem so happy. So joyful. Well, at least some of them are joyful. Every night, as I glance to the moon, I wonder how that could possibly be? How could they not hold nothing but fear and anxiety? Well, that must be because of the amount of hope that they hold. I don't know how they manage to do that

April 1st -
Witches,
At first, I believed they were righteous people. They adopted me and brought me up from a young girl. They named me and taught me everything I knew. They taught me recipes, how to write... how to witch. So how could I ever hate them? But, now... I just don't think I can do this any longer. To hurt these little cookies that run around. Their little laughs, and their smiles. The way their eyecing seems to shine when they're having fun. How could anything hurt them.

May 13th -
I'm done. I'm finally done. I can't take it any longer. I won't hurt them. I can't. My only hope is that maybe... just maybe I can convince them to do the same. I can only hope that I can convince them not to continue hurting the cookies that so clearly idolize them.

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