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Allie was. I was surprised by how well she could color, for her age, I mean. She didn't just scribble, she chose her colors carefully, she stayed in the lines, she even shaded, sometimes. She wasn't a savant but her pictures were better than other four-year-old kids'. Oh, how I loved her pictures. Making this picture of my own is neither cre Content Warning: Mental illness, gore, allusions to sexual abuse and violence I gots a demon in me; that's what Mama used to say.
Mama would always be telling me that demons are all over this world, that they sneak up on little boys and girls and plant evil seeds in their heads that sprout and grow, spreading around their souls like an infection. It kinda be like when you don't wash a part of open, scabby skin; the spot around it starts to turn an ugly shade of yellow, then it gets sticky, and then you gots to CW: Strong languageI forgot the word lightbulb today. I was trying to tell Michael how the laundry room went dark.
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