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This is not fiction, this is my life! I wish to g-o-d I was making this up. Though I'm NOT SURE about anything any more! Anthea isn't my therapist;I think now she might be a relation???? Oh god
why
does
this
happen? Uncle Ferryweather asked me if I've had my pill today. I haven't had one in two whole days (2!!!!!!), that's why things are differeENTAnthea might be/is my sister. I don't know! She comes in, unannounced and says Things but I don't know who sheis! A changeling, no doubt. A sorceress! sORCERESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSERECROs
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I shouldn't get this way, I need to take one step at a time, keep to the path (path of truth/lies?), one step-one step out out out the wilderness. Don't ook back. The wolves have the faces of my family. Trees whisper: memories that I've buried in a basement right in the back of my head. THEY come out to play: dance, piourette in the moonlight, jackals, wolves, bears, rats, SERPENTS
They hold out my hand. I dance with them. Anthea is there. She's smiling and hugging me (!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and I turn, and Uncle is there and so is Chadwick, cHADWICK the boy who lives in hte drains under the street and I feel loved and at peace
peace
peach
fruit is the way forward. My mother's words. I bite into an apple and I see the world and all the pretty stars and the abyss. I am home. Goodnight.
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