Madelyn’s entry#6

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Madelyn’s entry #7

So, I’ve made the mistake of drawing Him. I’ve madE him true; I’ve made him come to me. He’S closer now tHan bEfoRE, like thinking of Him makES Him comE to life, gives him something to gRasp, and I’m scarEd, of not just the drawing, those dark tumultuous eyes, blaring off the page over an obscure wHitE face. It lookS mask-like like its porcelain was sHattEREd and put back togetHEr, the life taken away from it. It abSolutely terrified me, that picture, so I bawled it up and burned it, not even leaving a crisp of evidence. NotHing bEsides the papeR disappEar tHough bEcauSe it’s in my HEad, REaching out. I feel as if I’m losing grip on wHats rEal or shouldn’t be, a Semblance of my HEad is completely scREwy and loose.

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Evelyn, if you do come across this journal, burn it, for me please, don’t dig into it, it’s always there, we just don’t see it, so please burn this up and leave no traces of it behind. I beg of you as your baby sister.