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Concerning A Diary Found In The Woods Of course I'll put my arm in the wood chipper, so sincere and professional, my limb gone pulp in seconds, boiled, pressed, dried into a curious pink parchment, bound into a journal soon to be tattooed with middle school poetry, declarations of secret love, and pictures of unicorns. This little girl may practice her future signature with with this week's surname but she's woven her parent's divorce, her best friend's betrayal, and her first period into my very fiber. Remember that when you find me dressed in her skin, for I am only taking back what is mine.
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