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{{OOC: Rowan's journal is mostly written in crayon. He takes no care of it, putting it down whenever he's written in it and leaving it there, and he'll pretty much hand it over to anyone who asks.}}
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[19 Dec 2009|10:35pm] |
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Bad dreams...
Lying in bed and all, mmm, all nice and underneath him then, then out of the ceiling, then arms of scissors, big arms of scissors come and pin him on me, through him and I can't get up, or wake up. I can't
Then I was stuck under him, he died and I couldn't do... c ouldn't do anything... couldn't...
don't like these medicine pills, making me sleep, don't like, don't want, no, no don't, don't, don't!
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[20 Oct 2009|08:26pm] |
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rabbit run run run
here comes the hunter
here comes the hunger
here comes the hunter
here comes the hunter
here comes the hunter
with his his gun gun gun gun gun gun gun gun gun gunBANG!BANG!BANG!BANG!
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[12 Sep 2009|02:21am] |
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THey they come they come under the door they come under the door they come under the door under the under the door under the door how am I supposed to stopstopSTOP!
him him ttouching me when they can GET INTHROUGH THE DOORS
Must mu[st protect Frank must mustnt sleep ever must never sleep stop sleeping im not sleeping anymore now i must protect frank make sureno one hurts myfrank must make sure no one no oneNO NOno one hurts hurts my frank must-
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[04 Sep 2009|12:37am] |
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( Journal entry )
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[30 Aug 2009|02:49pm] |
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I make hearts feel warm!
I am keeping Frank with me at all times and he is very good to cuddle. I have the picture on my wall too I do not feel so alone.
I've talked to mummy lots about Frank in my letters but she doesn't write back to me anymore. I don't know why. I think pre- per- prehapps- maybe I have done something wrong.
Bad Rowan. Bad boys get
get
get
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| letter never sent |
[16 Aug 2009|11:58pm] |
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Dear Mummy,
It is Rowan. I am having an okay time here in the place. I miss you. I wish I could come home, but I have made a friend too. His name is Frank. He has many pictures on his body and he is funny and nice and gave me choclit. I gave choclit too coz he is my friend. I hope you are okay and Nanny. I do not know my roomate very much. I am lonly lots but dont worry coz I see my friend when I can. My doctor is very nice. Some doctors here are scary but mine is not. There are lots of people here. I miss the dark the dark the darkthedark thedark the dark the dark the dark thed ark thedar k thedar kthedarkthedarkthedarkthedarkdarkdarkdarkdarkdarkdarkdrkdkrdrkdrkdrk...
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[04 Aug 2009|08:17pm] |
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I did it I did it I broke the plantpot I'm sory I'm sorry it wasnt Frank it was me itwasmeitwasme I didit wasn'tFrank
ImIsorImrrysorrsorryryrsorryrydntdntdntdntdntdnt dnthrtmednt
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[01 Aug 2009|07:12pm] |
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My shoes came back and now they're under my bed and can never get lost again ever. I have warm socks on.
It feels strange to wear a shirt but it is cold so I must, I think.
Where is the-
I feel sad today. It's heavy on my chest.
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[08 Jul 2009|08:31pm] |
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He doesnt like it when I have clothes on.
But now I've lost my shoes.
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[05 Jul 2009|10:21am] |
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Hours... hours... I lose hours, I'm sure. But where they go I don't know.
Something about... flowers? I see the dappled shade of sun through leaves like. Like. Like water.
I see... a face. Animal or man or... something. -but familiar and desire fills me. I get hot and things start to go wrong. I am outside my body?
I wish they'd throw me back to him, the one man. The tall stranger. My body aches and it's for him, I know it. They won't let me back.
But they don't understand!
It's not back to the dark pit I want to go but back to- arms? I think. A long conversation. A bag over my shoulder and we were going somewhere. I'm sure all I can feel is love. A burning, a pain, some searing thing inside me.
Yes, I'm sure this is love.
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[05 Jul 2009|10:18am] |
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hopeful