Alice took me to the hospital to get my fingers fixed. (A certain puppet broke it for fun.) And she's making me stay with her because she hates my roomies. Don't blame her for hating them. But she's to observant and I think she's trying to take my scarf off.
At least she hasn't been asking why I don't sit up right or even walk that well. My guess is she thinks my legs are too hurt for me to walk right. Nope. My back...I can't really see it but I can feel it.
This rotting hole..it grows...it gets bigger every fucking day.
Crone? Why is this happening?
You are decaying. That bitch didn't make you to last.
Decay...what the fuck do you mean? I'm what? A doll?
No. Just a replacement. For the real child that used to exist. She's probably dead/gone by now.
...................................I'm not fake. I'm a real human...I'm not fake...I'm a real person...
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