Entry 4
This house can never be a home. I have died in every room a thousand times and my body remains there waiting to be discovered. These walls have bore witness to my undoing and the vileness concealed by my skin.
This house can never be a home. I have died in every room a thousand times and my body remains there waiting to be discovered. These walls have bore witness to my undoing and the vileness concealed by my skin.
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