I don't know what to do anymore. I can't, I can't feel. I am so freaking scared. I don't know who I am or who to be, all the birdies laugh at me. I am so lost in my own head, but soon all those birdies will be dead. Those birdies keep me tortured here, keeping me captive, with my fear. What am I to do?
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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...
