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November 17, 2011
Deep dark pools of unfiltered madness; yes, I've seen your mind through the window of your eyes, and I am uncomfortable with what I found. Momma didn't raise no fool, and I'd be a fool not to kiss my rosary and pray god strikes you down before you do it yourself, but Momma never taught us how to kill a thing what needed killin' as bad as you. Bless your soul.

There are dogs howling at the moon, and they sound just like you do when you look at pictures of the you you used to be.

Goodnight, my sweet.