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10-30-2011

It's Hallows eve

Mischief night

The night of the Devil

I think the devil is real. He haunts me constantly, reminding me of the horrors I have seen and the terrible deeds I have done.

I dropped a glass today and it

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It was everywhere. The blood I mean. I liked it.
I missed it. The color. The smell. The feel.

I craved it.

People

The pope would never tell you what it feels like to commit a sin because in his heart he knows not what he feels, but repents in light of his religion.

So I say again I think the devil is watching me.

Always Watching






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"Why does he torment me sister"

"He does not torment your soul, but your spirit. You must never let them take that from you. Only what is in your heart is what keeps you true."

"But what if I am the problem Sister?"

"Meaning?"

"Maybe the devil I believe is following me is simply the wrath of the treacherous deeds I have done"

"Then dear...


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