I rip I burn I cut I scream I cry I run. Can't face it all. I hide I hurt so scared alone can't do it can't care can't stop can't run. Stop.
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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...
August 15th, 2007
I rip I burn I cut I scream I cry I run. Can't face it all. I hide I hurt so scared alone can't do it can't care can't stop can't run. Stop.
