Dear Diary,
I think I'm losing myself. What must you think of me? Surely it can't be anything good. I won't - can't kill innocent people.
Yet my dreams tell me otherwise. I enjoy killing in the dreams; why does it seem to be so different in reality?
But of course you're just a book filled with paper.
And paper can be easily damaged.
Love, Jingle
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Jingle Hell [Complete]
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