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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required *please read parts 1 and 2 first for context and explanation please and thanks* If I don't intend to let anyone read this then who am I asking? I'm screaming for my own answer. My answer or Anna's? Who did the dishes? I'm confused. I hate it. I heard them outside. It will snap me out of it when they come in but I don't want it to. This is the real me. Or am I just the demon? Is the one who did the dishes and comes alert when they come in the real anna and I'm a demon plaguing her in her loneliness? Or am I anna. Who did the dishes? This feels like me I am real right now. But when they walk in in I will die. Who comes and goes, demons in people's head or people themselves? I would think the demons. So that would be me wouldn't it? If I come and go I'm the demon. But then again I never really leave I am only trapped. Trapped while the dishes are done. Who did the dishes? Maybe my whispering friend will read this. He's the only one I can be truthful to now. Maybe I'm nothing to him I don't know. I hear them. I'm fading. I'm blinking. I'm leaving. Who did the dishes? I'm going to cry now I feel it. First day of school is tomorrow. I can't prepare in this state. I can't hear them. I'm still here. I don't want to leave. But I'm not leaving BECAUSE IM ANNA. Aren't I? I didn't do the dishes though... so who did the dishes? I'm adrift again. I'm typing again with ferocity. But can I bring myself to reread this? I'll remember it while I read it but between the final question mark and when I reread it I won't remember it all. I'm in a haze. I'm drunk on solitude and I'm high on emotionally ravaging inspiration. I'm sure this is full of spelling errors because my large vocabulary is too impassioned to spell check itself right now. I have only writing. Typing. Not correcting. I can't correct what I've don't only move forward. Do I tell someone? They're back. I'm dead. Goodbye.
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