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Ravens and Writing Desks

Ravens and Writing Desks. I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity. Tuesday, April 17, 2012. The Messenger here. Paying my last respects. Im not going to call this a Report. After all, shes not actually dead. But Poe.Annabel.whoever she was.shes still gone. I didnt kill her. But I killed who she is. And I think that might be worse. I loved her, and I killed her, so the least I can do is remember her. Not as Annabel, since thats ultimately what ruined her. But as Poe. But theres too m.
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Ravens and Writing Desks. I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity. Tuesday, April 17, 2012. The Messenger here. Paying my last respects. Im not going to call this a Report. After all, shes not actually dead. But Poe.Annabel.whoever she was.shes still gone. I didnt kill her. But I killed who she is. And I think that might be worse. I loved her, and I killed her, so the least I can do is remember her. Not as Annabel, since thats ultimately what ruined her. But as Poe. But theres too m.

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