From the mind of Belle Morte












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I cant begin to count how many journals and stories that I have written over the years. Each one holding something more precious than this existence itself...memories.
 
I have forgotten so many things, and yet there are a few memories that I wish to forget. And yet, day after day, they are there! In my mind. Controlling me.
 
I dont want to feel these things any longer. I crave numbness.








































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There are voices haunting my mind...voices that I no longer recognize. I cant recognize myself anymore. I cant tell wich voice is mine, and wich is theirs.
 
I drink because without it...I welcome an end.

  






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I have begun this journal to remind myself that I may indeed be crazy...in case I forget that as well.
 
(Please note that all pictures have been pulled ofline, and I do not take credit for any of them)

Can I Stay sane inside insanity?