They keep telling me that I need to accept their help, that they can't help me if I don't let them. Haha, silly birdies, thinking that they can help me. I know that I need help, but no little birdy can fix the vulture. What a ridiculous idea.
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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...
