September 19th, 2:56 PM.

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I figured out something...
black ink.
From the eye that has
the ice in it.
Fuck.
I have an eye infection.
The ink only runs down my eye when I think about Bamberly and Bamburai.
When my PTSD strikes.
That's kinda ironic.
It's like a tear that shows what I'm thinking.
A tear that holds my horrible memories.
Well I'm alone...
so no one can see it.

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