Diary Entry 2

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Monday, 9th. 12:00 am


I feel like I haven't properly introduced myself to anyone. I doubt anyone knows me. I doubt anyone even cares. But... My name is Dean Anderson. I am 21 years old. I live in Boston. No one really talks to me or ever even noticed me.  I've had more head pain this time. And I heard the same voice again and again and again and the static rang in my ears and my head felt fuzzy. My head began to hurt as the same words were repeated over and over. "Let the blood bleed red." I still haven't really figured out what it was, but I do intend to find out. I feel so dizzy and the static doesn't stop. I should try to sleep away the static and head pain now.

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