Oh the silly. The silly silly silly. Stupid little dreams. I scream, I scream scream scream. They can't fight back. They're not real. Teehee. Oh, you stupid birdies! Ha! You stupid stupid birdies! Your tiny little birdy brains can't see what I see, it's too dark! Hah! Oh silly, silly little birdies.
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A journal of the criminally insane.
HorrorYou know, I can still hear her voice sometimes, or her last breath. I wanted to catch it in a jar so she would never stop breathing. So that she would not be lost. But that wouldn’t have saved her. Nothing could. She’s gone. And she’s never coming...
