Journal #1
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MatureComplete Tue, Jul 18, 201723m
[In red pen:] Hello. I don't think we've met. Have we? I honestly don't remember, I'm having trouble remembering everyone. Anyways, if you are reading this, then my plan has worked. Yay.
This is just a journal of my mind I have kept throughout my journey. I hope it sheds some light on Shadows.
That is the goal, after all.
Inspired by @AnonymousRabbit
Rated Mature for drug references.
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