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Journal of the Insane (Post #13 pt. 2)

The sounds were as if thousands of tornado sirens were going off all at once. I didn’t care and needed to get as far away as possible. I climbed over the fence and then began to hear the dogs barking. I ran into the swamps and prayed to god that the horrible stench would cover my original scent. Oh please… I heard the dogs coming up closer… I need to go… if I don’t return, then this is my final words… if my family ever gets this… I’m sorry I couldn’t get to all of you… and I’m sorry for everything I might’ve done…

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