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There was blood on the first few pages. No words, just blood. I'm not going to think about how it got there, I just tore them out. Not sure how long I can keep writing, don't want to worry about someone finding this. Just jotting a few things down. Dark hair, dark eyes, scars everywhere. 6'2, broad. Couldn't guess weight accurately. Sure of himself. Knows what he's doing.
Nothing unbearable today. The shackles hurt. The bruises will heal.
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THERE IS NOTHING MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN BEING DESPERATE
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AND THERE IS NOTHING MORE RISKY THAN PRETENDING NOT TO CARE. |
PINTEREST. 」
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 8.5pt; line-height: 1.4;"]DAY 2.
His name is Bonesaw.
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THERE IS NOTHING MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN BEING DESPERATE
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AND THERE IS NOTHING MORE RISKY THAN PRETENDING NOT TO CARE. |
PINTEREST. 」
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 8.5pt; line-height: 1.4;"][ The entries between these points are filled solely with daily lists of injuries and the occasional note of things that he's learned. The writing becomes increasingly light and messy as it goes. ]
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THERE IS NOTHING MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN BEING DESPERATE
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AND THERE IS NOTHING MORE RISKY THAN PRETENDING NOT TO CARE. |
PINTEREST. 」
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 8.5pt; line-height: 1.4;"]DAY 0.
I don't know why I brought this with me when I left. Didn't want Bones to admire his handiwork, maybe. It might be good for Aubyn, too. Not that he wants to read it either, but at least it has a list of everything that happened, and the order. It helps me reconcile all of it anyway. I haven't tried in a few days, but I just got through all of it. I think I want to keep writing here, just to get everything out. Or maybe I'll burn it tomorrow morning. I guess we'll find out, right? That makes this... Day 0.
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THERE IS NOTHING MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN BEING DESPERATE
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AND THERE IS NOTHING MORE RISKY THAN PRETENDING NOT TO CARE. |
PINTEREST. 」