Title: Journal Entry #215, February 19, 1939
Quote from 'Skin' by Adema.
No profit made. Nothing owned.

You make me hate

I see you and scream

I used to be free

now I'm chained to my soul

the blood stained hands I use to threaten you

dream now only of choking you

in attempt to stop the words

that flow from your foul lips

I feel undressed

just short of ugliness

I see you and want to kill you

for making me want to die

bound with my earthly deeds

a cell in hell waits for me

relieve me of your conscience

I can't dream anymore

such a beautiful face in the mirror

with eyes the nightmares of children covet

eyes that dream while awake

ghosts of the past drain my spirit

what more do you want

I'll never be free of who you are

I keep letting you win

die already

maybe I'll see my beautiful self again

and forget you ever saw me

days will come that make no sense.

my present situation makes me think too much.

it all revolves around you.

Thanks for your time, Anna MacAlister