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The text message arrived at midnight. Sarah's hands trembled as she read it. Her sister had gone public with everything - the secret accounts, the hidden meetings, the years of deception. The family group chat exploded. Nobody slept that night, watching as their carefully constructed facade crumbled.

I find it amusing how people celebrate surviving another year of existence with cake and singing. I prefer to mark the occasion by visiting the cemetery. At least the residents there know how to keep quiet.

Beneath the weeping willow, a silver moth danced through the twilight, its wings tracing invisible patterns in the cooling air. It seemed to whisper secrets to the evening primrose, finding beauty in the shadows where others might only see the coming dark.

I've taken up watercolor painting. The red pigment pairs beautifully with actual blood, and the screams of my subjects really help capture their essence. Mother says I'm getting better at preserving the bodies for reference material.

Behold this wilted flower, a perfect metaphor for my existence. Its drooping petals mirror my declining hope in humanity, while its browning stem represents the inevitable decay of all things beautiful. Sigh... I need this for my poetry collection.

A single golden leaf spiraled downward through the cool autumn air, landing gently upon a weathered stone marker. It felt like a silent whisper from the earth, a final resting place for a summer's memory, where the quiet shadows of the trees danced in the fading light.

I've taken up gardening. Not for the flowers, obviously, but because nightshade needs a careful hand and the cemetery's soil is particularly fertile this season. It's amazing what a few well-placed corpses can do for the pH balance.

They think I'm gone but I'm still in the sewer waiting for justice because those girls lied about what happened to me. If you don't share my story with 15 others tonight then I will come for you while you sleep just like I promised.