The people we were are dead.
Klorrie Note #13
Rumors. A bird chirped. She cried.
Klorrie Note #12
Wipe the slate clean. Erase them.
Klorrie Note #11
Missing. How long until they notice?
Klorrie Note #10
His screams were her sadistic pleasure.
Klorrie Note #9
Behind my walls, he found nothing.
Klorrie Note #8
I pulled the trigger. It's okay.
Klorrie Note #7
Her brain once housed many minds.
Klorrie Note #5
The eyes of death never close.
Klorrie Note #3
Reality. Who writes this stuff anyway?
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