He is everything.
I dream about
him constantly,
always disappearing
at the moment
he says iI do. His
lips linger
before mine
then disappear.
Journal, when
will the day
come?
i was hunting, it was about 5:00 am.
i came across a old withered cabin.
i heard shuffling about within it.
Being the general of troke's
daughter I could go anywhere I liked.
even restricted sections.
hello?
my child.
you have arrived
i crawled inside
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me too!!
June 11th