Once I finish writing this journal, I will cease to exist. I will never have been born. Thus, I will never have written this journal. Thus this journal will not exist.
It is my fervent wish that this is not true. That this journal will act as a warning, as a beacon to others, a signal to show people that they are not crazy. This is happening, this is real. I know this, because it happened.
Or, rather, it didn't happen.
There are things I no longer remember. There are things that no longer exist. But I will attempt to tell the story as best as I can.
I will tell it until I am no more.
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